Susan’s Stories
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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Voyage of the Damned
“Please, Mom,” my older son begs, “You can go hiking this afternoon. This is a chance to go halibut fishing with us.” I am touring Alaska with both my sons and my oldest grandson.
“Please, Nana,” my oldest grandson begs. “It’ll be fun.”