Susan PitcherRain and cricketsI’m sitting here in bed, reading the fourth book of Corey’s The Expanse series, when I hear the rain start up again. For a moment, it…Aug 8, 2017Aug 8, 2017
Susan PitcherErosionIt was a beautiful, early Sunday morning in June, with temps still hanging on to the low sixties as the sun had yet to top the trees. The…Jun 17, 2017Jun 17, 2017
Susan PitcherReflectionsSusan stepped out of the store, the weight of the groceries forgotten as she goggled at the amazing sunset. The western sky was nearly…Jun 11, 2017Jun 11, 2017
Susan PitcherDo your ears hang lowI was a halfway up the first hill when a burst of electronic music startled me into swerving the bike almost off the road. I glanced back…Mar 22, 20171Mar 22, 20171
Susan PitcherSunriseThey were just an indistinct, grey mass at first. But as the sun crept over the horizon, the Seahorse Army flared into view, bright pink…Feb 1, 2017Feb 1, 2017
Susan PitcherKarmaThe turkey vultures wheeled above, though there was no blood as yet, the idle pace of their circling in the thermal would change soon…Jan 25, 2017Jan 25, 2017
Susan PitcherMy Mom’s MohairOriginally written 12/06/2016 as my note to include with the pussyhats I was knitting for the Women’s March on WashingtonJan 21, 2017Jan 21, 2017
Susan PitcherForward MomentumSusan’s irritation at choosing THIS exit to get gas after almost missing the small, hand-painted wooden sign pointing out the hard-left…Jan 21, 20171Jan 21, 20171