Author Archives: Susan

I hate this niggley thoughts that invade and take over, grow with questions and argument within the pea-sized space of my brain. To fight for justice, and to fight against injustice, are not the same by way of motive and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

More expensive, too, but I think it is money well spent.  On Monday morning I finally will have someone I trust and respect  in the justice system tell me whether I am an anal retentive ass, or whether three other … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Strange peach-pink sky morning hangs over a green rain-soaked earth.  This dawn seeps through the house in a warm glow of warning, lighting the rooms with its message. Continue reading →

Only in the real life would I need to consult with an attorney to see if my attorney is being fair in his leanings against my case (and in agreement then with the estate attorney who is representing a single … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The yardman at my neighbor’s house next door is mowing.  He’s singing too and it’s very very loud.  He thinks no one can hear him as he has a monster Skag–a man’s machine–and the car is missing from the neighbor’s … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I wear the world like a pair of jeans bought off the last chance rack at Marshall’s.  Almost, but not quite right.  An inch or two cut off, a seam taken in a scootch; that’s all that I may do … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I sit on the kitchen doorstep in a dark garage, sucking on a phoney cigarette.  I’m aware of where I am in the blackness and know I am not a part of it.  I stand, no longer having body contact … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’m still not sure I’m ready to write this, but let me get some of it down.  The topics vary, but they tie in like those bubbles I mentioned that float around; sometimes you can catch two together and make … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Stuff to say but till it softens in the sun I’ll need to keep it hid.  Still the bits and pieces of the meanings float and bounce like bubbles blown from a plastic wand and rise just out of reach.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Up since two waiting for the dawn and trusting nature to bring some rays of wisdom with the enlightenment of day. Been reading, being affected by Joyce’s choice of sermon.  Connecting dots of thoughts written through the ages that answer … Continue reading → Continue reading →