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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My Moby Dick
The spider freezes at the burst of light. I’m face-to-face with my personal Moby Dick—a monstrous black spider haunting the turtle barn.
The Eyes Have It
I’m scheduled for cataract surgery on Wednesday and I’m just a tiny bit panicked. Maybe more than a tiny bit because they are slicing my eye!
WILD KINGDOM
“Shut up, Oscar!” I’m typing, trying to meet a deadline.
Oscar barks more. I steal a glance over my shoulder into the backyard. He barks at a squirming line in the dirt.
Son of a biscuit! He’s barking at a snake!