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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Roasting Marshmallows
“Let’s make a campfire,” my Uncle Randall suggested. “We can roast marshmallows.” My sons cheered this idea as they raced around my grandmother’s sloping lawn. The West Virginia night sparkled with fireflies.