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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Scotch Spirits
“I’m starving.” I plop into my chair, turning to meet Liz, a friend of my buddy, Barb.
“Me, too,” Liz says over the bustle of the lunch rush. “I just biked 40 miles.”
Forty miles?
“Well,” I say, “I walked the dogs for about 20 minutes.”
