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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Homelife Susan Luzader Homelife Susan Luzader

Wick-ed

Son of a biscuit! The altar candles go out again. I came to church early to trim the wicks and now they won’t stay lit.

I can hear murmurs from those who have arrived early for the church service. We are Lutherans, so if we’re not early, then we consider ourselves late.

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