Author Archives: Susan

I’twasn’t long enough, though I used my trait of directional dysfunction to go twenty-five miles out of my way and back again to add an hour to the trip. Unpacking, I find twenty-three new books, all free, to stack upon … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Awesome thunderstorm over the lake last night, forced to run for cover in the house and close the doors and windows to keep dry.  This morning, up at two a.m. to toss and turn till six.  Coffee out on the … Continue reading →

Had to taste the water with my toes, standing like an old woman in the lake with salamanders swimming by and swirling ribbons of youth around me, melting layers of worry, taking decades gained in mere years away, washing grey … Continue reading →

Well here I am on Stinson Lake watching fish jump and hummingbirds fight each other off the feeders. I haven’t seen the beaver yet, the one who’s blazing new trails through the neighborhood to gather trees and build a dam … Continue reading →

The lady at the bank asked me, "Are you signing this of your own free will?" and I said yes.  She hesitated with her seal in hand when she looked up and saw my eyes were gleaming wet.  It is … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Under the tree every Christmas, Madame Alexander dolls with mother-made taffeta dresses, the dolls bought nude because they were affordable and Mother’s mother had sewn ballgowns in Poland. A doll, books and games my sister and I would ask from … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Even without the focus on personal problems now, I still wonder what sense it makes to stress about things on a grander scale that go wrong unless there is a way I can do something about it.  Some things however … Continue reading → Continue reading →

How strange that crabapples still grow when Chris is gone. Today I’m going to pick the fruit off the tree in our backyard.  Tomorrow, I’ll likely go to Gus’ and pick the fruit off the single tree Chris planted in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Here’s a thought that’s pestering me today: If man is completely mortal, souless and given but one fairly brief stint at living on this planet, what is the purpose and goal of progress?  Shouldn’t we be touching and changing as … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Most days the sun brings only just but sometimes dawn comes changing things around and just by sounds of whipping leaves and bumping branches you can tell even in the grey premorning light that something’s gone or hidden and there’s … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Red ponytail swings behind the fresh-faced girl jog-bouncing down the hill, she’s just a kid, I think, and wave in recognition of the woman there. Hours later spent in quiet work I take a break, I think, and end up … Continue reading → Continue reading →