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…
I lived in a village in Quebec for five years while I was a care partner to my mom who lived with dementia. One day in 2017, as I…
Many motorcycle riders spend most of the winter wishing it were summer. This poem is about that. it’s almost spring by susan © 2023 it’s almost spring the sun…
Readers keep telling me my poems should be set to music. Unfortunately, I am the most unmusical person on the planet. So I’m looking for musicians who might like…
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,…
(Updated January 2024) “How many bikes is a good number to have?” someone asked in January 2023 in one of the FB motorcycling groups I’m a member of. The…
A fellow rider shared New Year’s wishes in one of the Facebook rider groups I belong to. His words resonated with me and sparked the poetry pixies to pick…
We had our first big storm of the winter season in eastern Ontario on Friday, December 16, 2022. I took some pics in and around my place the day…
I woke up this morning to a giant snow lump in my driveway. The sight caused me to laugh out loud. Is the universe trying to send me a…
Some people like to complain about everything all the time. Ironically, others complain about others complaining and then claim they’re not complaining at all. Some people like to throw…