Susan’s Stories and Posts
My mother says I taught myself to read by the time I was four. I couldn’t wait to discover the magic of words. I remember sitting at the breakfast table reading the cereal box. When finished, I read it again. I am addicted to words.
People ask me how often I write—writers are always writing. Even without a piece of paper in front of us, words are bouncing and buzzing in our heads like bees trapped in a glass jar.
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Playing Dress-up
“That dress looks good on you!” the salesperson at White House Black Market says. She steps into me. “And I love your perfume!”
Hip Opener
“When you get a hip replacement,” my Pilates teacher says, “I’ll get your muscles in shape so you recover faster.”
“Hip replacements are for old people,” I say.
THE MAGIC TREE HOUSE
“Nana, I’ve been reading at night before I go to bed,” says my seven-year-old grandson.
“I’m so proud of you!” I ask what he’s reading.
The Magic Tree House
“Nana, I’ve been reading at night before I go to bed,” says my seven-year-old grandson.
“I’m so proud of you!” I ask what he’s reading.
