I was one in a thousand people milling about during a coffee break at the Leaders in Dubai conference in November 2006, when a man whom I didn’t know…
Perhaps ever-fickle motorcycle riders should come with a warning label: ‘Love at your own risk.’ 😛 oh baby, i love you by susan © 2023 Read here: oh baby,…
I wrote the poem below in December 2017, a little over a year after my mom died. I have shared it again each December since, when so many people…
November 18, 2022: “Did you post that poem?” Christine asked me over Zoom today. “No,” I replied. “I’m still thinking about it.” I wrote ‘on the outside’ in early…
A real-life story from the autumn of 2016. *** The car headlights swept over a small body as I turned left into the unpaved cul-de-sac where I lived. A…
This painting by fine artist and FB friend Don Bruner captured my attention. The subject is the downtown Almonte, Ontario, Canada, the small community in which we both live….
We are becoming polarized, divided and disconnected to the point that we seem completely unable to hear each other. It’s sad. This poem is about that. battle stations by…
My mother’s room was at the end of the hall on the third floor of the nursing home. Her neighbour’s door was always open when I walked by. There…
I write with a friend twice a week in winter. Sometimes I write chapters for the book I’ve been working on for years and that may never be finished….
I have been wronged. It wasn’t my fault. I have been preyed upon and abused. Also not my fault. I have been wronged, preyed upon and abused because I…