Author Archives: Susan

With my experience of the last three years and the resulting newly established wariness of the justice system, I’d wandered onto a website that brings to light many of the worst case scenarios and frivolities that abound.  Overlawyered  has this … Continue reading → Continue reading →

No cries today come down from the treetops.  I hear the silence more loudly than could ever be the shrieks of hawks.  I feel so badly that I might have made the wrong decision, that I interfered. Perhaps they didn’t … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Following the sound–two hawks together in the field next door–I spot the mama turkey.  Can’t see the little ones but she’s obviously on alert, bending low, her head spins round and extends at my approach.  Focusing on the shrieks I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

One by one they all return, husband, next door neighbor, and the family across the street.  Alone here all last week I catch them up on happenings, the news: the hawks, the turkeys, the man arrested in the killing of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I worry.  Because I’m seeing things my father saw that I told him weren’t there.  And he was right and I was wrong and what it means is this: I worry. Continue reading →

…I’m going away with my friend.  This one might be tougher; the main score performed by The Sandpipers from The Sterile Cuckoo, a 1969 movie with Liza Minelli. In the backyard the hawks still call, it’s been a week so … Continue reading → Continue reading →

In the post below it would appear that I’m doing the work of a lawyer.  Not so.  I’m not even sure that this is what paralegals do, or maybe just the office secretary.  But it occurred to me that today … Continue reading → Continue reading →

After a breakfast of popcorn, I served myself an elegant bowl of Grape Nuts Trail Mix, Kashi Go-Lean with Almonds, topped off with Honey Bunches of Oats and a generous splash of milk for lunch. This should keep me healthy … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Okay, so I ate all the shrimp and yes, I knew they were in the freezer and saved them for myself while Jim is away.  Actually, it would have been enough for two people as a stir-fry, but I ate … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Love trimming the hedges, it feels like I’m sculpting large blobs of green clay with a large electric pallete knife.  From a bush or two I sit, catch my breath, look around, slide inside for to read a page or … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’d forgotten how single can mean sleeping on the couch and the laptop volume on in the living room and eating when you notice your hands shaking. Nice. Continue reading →