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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Walk Like a Woman
“Oh no, my girl, you are not going to walk like that!” my personal trainer snaps. “I don’t want to ever see you walking like that!”
Sweating It Out
My head buried in my pillow, I wake to the smell of my grandmother. It’s as if someone sprinkled lavender powder on my bed during the night.