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…1 min read·Aug 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…9 min read·Jun 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…19 min read·Jun 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…2 min read·Mar 22, 2017--1--1
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…1 min read·Feb 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…5 min read·Jan 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 Washington2 min read·Jan 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…6 min read·Jan 21, 2017--1--1