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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Spank-ed
What do you wear to take your grandson to see his first play—The Lion King? It’s September so the days are relatively cool here in the desert—highs around 100 instead of 110. They say it is a dry heat, but then again, so is an oven.
I choose a loose white cotton shirt and lightweight tights that I can dress up with jewelry. Now comes the hard part—undergarments.