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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Cooking for the Kids
“I miss my kids, but I don’t miss cooking for them.” Stella pops a grape into her mouth.
“As soon as my kids got up in the morning, they wanted to know what was for dinner,” I say, signaling the waiter for some more hot water.