Autumn Promises
(written last month) thursday's work at my desk demands the whole of my focus when my eye is called toward tall, regal trees that gently lean outside my window reluctantly at first, then deeply bow ...
Author : Susie
Awaiting my Reaction
Half chewed, spit-laden sneaker heel side up, poised on the floor before me as I walk in the house. A prize or a punishment? ...
Signs of Things
I've been (very) recently inspired to construct a sign post at the bottom of my driveway to display frequent messages and thoughts for those driving by. Most months of the year our house is hidden from view by the foliage... from the road, our ...
Just Sit Right Back and You’ll Hear a Tale…
Some tale, all right. Last weekend, I indulged myself (i.e., I wasted two days of my life) by watching a Gilligan’s Island marathon. A head cold enticed me to camp out on the sofa in my jammies, and spending a few days with the Skipper and ...
No Longer Swimming in my own Excuses
The room is tranquil, humid. Its expanse exaggerates the tiniest of sounds, including the abrupt clack of the door I just opened. The absence of anyone else evokes a sense of foreboding and, oddly, freedom. Like most other days over the past ...
It’s Not all Fun and Games. Not Anymore, at Least
Last week while cleaning out a closet, I uncovered my old Game of LIFE. I couldn’t resist opening the box and giving that wheel a few spins to help me decide if it's destined for the trash pile. And it got me thinking… ...
Flattery is the Highest Form of Flatulation
Throughout any professional life, there will always be the wrong thing said, the unchecked fly and other awkward incidents in the workplace. While most of these moments will be laughed off, others will require a scrub brush and a gallon of ...
On Being a Childless Mommy
NOTE: I wrote this about nine years ago, while struggling with my decision to live a childless life. At that point, my self-proclamation of Childless Mommy soothed my soul and steered me toward a path of self-healing. Today, I no longer allow my ...
Scavenging Through my Purse
I adored countless things about my grandmother, one of them being her purse. Whichever stylish handbag Gram was carting around, it was usually the size of a small microwave... and a trove of the most unusual treasure. No matter whatever ...
Tales of a Flat Lander
After dinner last night, I sat down and devoured Rebecca Rule’s Live Free and Eat Pie, a light-hearted read about visiting and living in New Hampshire. I adore Rebecca’s yankee humor and talent for weaving a terrific tale. Her delightful ...