Author Archives: Susan

Or even simple comprehension of the things that have been taken as fact.  Strange, that to access proven theories we must base it on belief that the proven theory or fact is true.  What then, when it comes to religion? … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I do try to keep my deepest ponderings to myself since those that leak out through my fingertips seem to stifle, startle, perhaps offend. For the last few years the idea of living and life, dying and death, mankind in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

What? World peace?  Get real. Peace, honesty, interdependence as well as independence, justice.  Yeah, justice.  A man stopped by my shop today and told me of his ongoing four-year battle over his father’s estate.  His dad was a customer of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

So nobody brought a girlfriend or a wife and it was me and five guys.  Fine by me, I get along fine with men and men-talk, and it’s easier for me to slip away for computer or reading time with … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’ve done most of my part in preparation for some friends coming over tomorrow.  It’s usually an Only The Lonely kind of thing–folks who’ve lost their mates or never found one.  Me and the guys.  This time one of them … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Great.  I get to spend the next few days going over an inch of paperwork loaded with bogus figures.  All different from the last two sets of bogus figures for the same estate project. Continue reading →

Beyond middle age, reading literature, trying to write, to change careers, directions, finding life past shaking fingers in your face. Clay class.  Giving up on bowls while they’re still three-quarters inch thick and squat.  And safe.  Disregarding directions and making … Continue reading →

…at the feeder right outside my kitchen window, but of course, he wouldn’t come back to have his picture taken and my arms got tired.  The second I closed the screen he returned. However, it’s also a photo of my … Continue reading →

My husband is quick-witted and has a very dry sense of humor.  Sometimes he just makes me laugh out loud. Lazy Sunday, me writing on the laptop, him settled in his leather chair, remote in hand.  "Any races on?" he … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Never ‘fore I’ve wished so much to be a man. As now, as gleaming copper pipes are severed. Levers pulled to halt the flow of sparkling waterfrom the well in the good earth. And coffee perks invitingly,aromas wafting Temptress of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Life makes room for dreams though difficult it makes its path for dreams are precious and must prove themselves to be well worth the passage. And sometimes dreams are touched by the little gracelessness of reality prowling around perimeters of … Continue reading → Continue reading →