SusanAmericans, I’ll meet you at the beach at midnight on November 9I wrote yesterday I have no substantial fear in my privileged life. Let me re-frame that…in this moment of late October 2016.Oct 31, 2016Oct 31, 2016
SusanDeep, Tingly FearI arrive at this page again to write. Just write. To put words on the page. To practice mining through the details of this glorious…Oct 30, 2016Oct 30, 2016
SusanMorning Pages“The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising…Oct 26, 2016Oct 26, 2016
SusanSome daysSome days, many days, when I’m just still enough and quiet enough, I hear it.Dec 14, 2015Dec 14, 2015
SusanMy Near Death ExperienceI was near death. I sat next to it on the family room couch. Occasionally, I would reach over and rub its fuzzy head.Nov 15, 20151Nov 15, 20151
SusanThe Red TreeOutside the dining room window, the little tree has turned deep, cherry red.Nov 8, 2015Nov 8, 2015
SusanRun the other wayOut on the sidewalk, fresh out of bed, I made a split-second decision to run the other way. I decided to run west, away from the promise of…Nov 4, 2015Nov 4, 2015
SusanI step out of the box.Here on this page, I sit freely and silently with my craft. I need no other definition here than writer.Nov 1, 2015Nov 1, 2015
SusanWe Live Here NowI woke to a silent, dark and unfamiliar house. I couldn’t find an alarm clock the night before, so I lay there for a while trying the feel…Oct 10, 2015Oct 10, 2015