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Dear Mr. Vonnegut
I found myself in Turtle Bay, a part of Manhattan from 43rd to 53rd Streets, stretching from Lexington to the East River. It’s mostly known for the long time home of the late Katharine Hepburn, but for me it has … Continue reading
Susannah’s Fall, Winter Reading list…2019-2020
If writing is rewriting, than it makes sense that reading is rereading, finding myself guilty as charged. Whether it’s Hemingway’s, Movable Feast, or Daphne du Maurier’s, Rebecca, you’ll often find me swooning on a familiar page. To name a few: … Continue reading
Posted in Books, creative writing, Culture, History, humanity, inspiration, words, writing
Tagged Books you love, Goodreads, great literature, Reading fiction and nonfiction, The Public Library
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Sentimental History
There are so many poignant stories that aren’t mainstream, reminding us that we all possess humanity in one way or another. I’d like to share eight tender tales of lore, five about U.S. Presidents. Theodore Roosevelt wore a ring with … Continue reading
Posted in Books, creative writing, Culture, Family, humanity, Love, media, men, New York City, Politics, violence, words, writing
Tagged American History, Robert F. Kennedy 1968, The sinking of the Titanic, U.S. Presidents
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There’s a Mouse in the House
I can’t kill anything. Somewhere in me lives a Quaker who feels even ants have their constitutional rights. Yesterday it started with a waterbug I was attempting to relocate. I flush them, figuring, they must be Olympic swimmers given their … Continue reading
Posted in animals, creative writing, food, humor, nature, New York City
Tagged Being a Quaker, Bobby Kennedy, Cats as mousers, mice, PETA, Waterbugs
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Give Us Our Daily Bread
I’m coming back from my run walking along Fifth, when I see three baby birds struggling with a piece of what looks like, stale Wonder Bread. They’re trying diligently to break off pieces, I imagine, they can fly home with. … Continue reading
Another New York Story
It’s 6:30 A.M. as I cut across the Park, west to east to run the rest of the way home. I like this 5 minute stroll past the tennis courts since it’s a part of the city, changing at the … Continue reading
Stand Up For Your Writer
I write by ear, therefore make many mistakes, grammatically and then some. It doesn’t mean I’m a bad writer. This took me a long time to learn. People love to make you feel inept and stupid because according to the … Continue reading
A Face In the Crowd
I saw her strolling, her golden blonde hair picking up the late afternoon light. She had an ice cream cone in one hand, a Chanel purse, the other. I remember trips to the Met, sated in Renoirs, Lunch of the … Continue reading
