Author Archives: Susan

I have little problem with coming up with something to write about here, but I’m having my troubles lately with titles.  Odd, since that is how many of my stories start. But I feel like devil and angel today, which … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Truly magic, the powers of concentration turn piles of pictures into finished framed pieces.  Closer now to my normal two-week waiting time.  And then, to get the shop cleaned up and cardboard cut for corners. What next to focus my … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Just had a thought circulating for a post, set my fingers on the keys, and a spider dropped down in front of me, cut his line and scurried beneath the keys. Wonder if Dell covers that?  (I didn’t get the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

My sister calls, Want to cry? she asks. Go ahead, I say, it won’t take much. Looking through my mother’s handwritten favorite recipes, seeking lentil soup.  I found her recipe for crepes, she says, and on the top mom wrote … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There are too few strange people in this world–though some would say that there are far too many.  But I think, not enough allowed to have their special loves and hates and who cares anyways?  Instead, a perfect group of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I had that feeling again, of non-existence.  So I held my breath and watched  nothing moving.  Time truly standing still, no change.  One second exactly like the next and next and next.  Such power in control. Continue reading →

End of May, end of time.  Deadline meeting with submissions, bills and rebates.  Stamp and seal and send away day with a little time to play around and make the last day of May today.  Manipulating time. Continue reading →

The sun waits at the horizon, surprised by the rainwashed world so clean and bright like nothing I have seen since child eyes can imagine.  Smelling freshly laundered green leaves hanging out to dry on grey rope branches.  Photo Shop … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I spent an hour watching a storm come in.  Drawn by lightning flashes in the distance to watch from the backyard.  Stormy clouds and underlying meaner ones sail by at different pacing, but the yellow sky behind the layers is … Continue reading → Continue reading →

How easy shed, some habits, while others weave their web of roots deep inside the mind. I’ve not been writing–really writing for some days now.  Focus and control, the power.  Sloth and doubt its adversaries. Continue reading →

One of my frame customers just walked in with a bag of Dahlia tubers for me. A few years ago I had hundreds of Dahlias planted in my garden, as well as dozens of bouquets (honest!) in the house all … Continue reading → Continue reading →