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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Flood Gates
I need a therapist.
“Quit being so sad all the time,” my sainted brother says. “It’s time for you to get mad.”
Roasting Marshmallows
“Let’s make a campfire,” my Uncle Randall suggested. “We can roast marshmallows.” My sons cheered this idea as they raced around my grandmother’s sloping lawn. The West Virginia night sparkled with fireflies.
Chia Seeds
“Mom, you need more fiber in your diet,” my older son says over the phone. “Chia seeds are really good for that.”