Author Archives: Susan

Okay, applying gluttony to areas other than just food, I can count it … "Good things come in small packages," her mother prompted Eloise, for Eloise was little for her age but smart.  She understood her mother’s love, she knew … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well this has been a productive day, in Spinning weblog anyway, and here I am still stuck in Susie Sing-Song cadence mode. With one more sin to bring to light, (although I find it hard to see the harm in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The matter of the Clatters is a legend of the West, and how they saved their little town of Hard Times in Montana.  Mr. Clatter was a short-fused man, his wife a boiling cauldron and their seven children followed suit … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There was a place far down the road and up the hill around the bend where peaches grew as big as canteloupes.  And in the crisp of autumn air (quite crisp here, crisper there) the apple-laden branches glowed red and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Yes, I realize that slander is not one of the commonly listed sins of seven, but I’m having a hard time accepting gluttony as a sin and thought I’d make a substitution. Don’t really know what started me off on … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Once upon a land they held their crowned heads high and danced majestically with green-blue oilslick colored feathers spread out wide.  Their beauty was a sight to see, they drew the crowds yet strutted free among the groves and village … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There was a maiden, fair and lean, whose beauty went beyond what’s seen, in that her generosity of spirit.  She willingly would share her charms in any (and all!) takers’ arms and yet still moaning with delight, she wanted more. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I knew a man who liked to write and bought himself a pen from his allowance.  His only flaw–he didn’t like to work and when he wrote he found he couldn’t sell his story.  He also liked to paint but … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There was a man from Yucatan who practiced as a boy, made a living as a man, at eating fire and broken glass and duck eggs whole. And when one day the villagers had seen enough he ran away to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’ve never felt the need to feed the wind; nor understood it’s want to tear the houses down.  Then pick among the timbers for a beam to clean its teeth and belch with satisfaction at its meal.  It warns with … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The sun set sail across the calm blue depth, soon leaving behind its port of treed horizon.  With slow but steady pace it stayed its course, cutting through the few waves of clouds with trailing beams that flickered patterns in … Continue reading → Continue reading →