6 ways motorcycle riding improves mental health
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…
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…
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…
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…
I scroll through a new photographer friend’s images of a foggy night in Almonte, the town in which we both live. They feature her husband as a model. They are…
You don’t get away with much in a FB motorcycle group. I posted this pic and caption, for example, in the Ottawa Misfits Motorcycle Group: The post generated a…
Poking fun at the start of the long, dark winter 😛 woe is us by susan © 2022 Listen here: Read here: woe is us november’s here with cold…
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…
The black and white beauty above is my friend Judith’s cat, Oreo. Oreo is a sweetheart. Stubborn at times. But a sweetheart nevertheless. On the Sunday before Halloween, I…
A tongue-in-cheek piece about fixing my front tire. under pressured by susan © 2022 Listen here: Read here: under pressured if a tire were a sentence things would…