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Susannah’s Fall, Winter Reading List, 2020-2021
Tag Archives: Bill Hicks
It was a misty drizzle when I went for my run, Mother Nature looking as though she was just in her slip. The temperature, in the high 40s, gave a glimpse of what’s to come, urging me to be hopeful, … Continue reading
Fred the cat, being given a special citation by the New York City Police Department for his undercover work in a sting operation. Patrick, the cat next door, who will only eat Ben and Jerry’s, Chunky Monkey, no other flavor. … Continue reading
Someone sent me a personal email asking how I know so much after reading my post…Things You May Not Know. At first I thought it must be code for, wanna have a cuppa coffee, since, what a silly question. But … Continue reading
A friend of mine who recently lost her husband, signed off an email with… Walk in Grace. I didn’t think much of it at the time, yet it keeps appearing in my thoughts like a faint, flicker of light. She … Continue reading
The late, great Bill Hicks, when he was bored, read the dictionary. I didn’t quite get it at the time, but sure do now, since I too have come to love words.
Today would have been Bill’s 55th birthday. I tend to celebrate it like any other poignant anniversary, with revered remembrance and lots of love. I wrote once about how we’d turn one another on to movies we loved, the other … Continue reading
Bill Hicks used to tell me that every time I complained about rain. Of course it was more, it’s just fucking water, but it made an impression, so I try not to let it stand in my way. That said, … Continue reading
I have an image, where everyone I know who’s dead, are all at the same cocktail party having a grand old time. Hicks, Jack, Joyce, Nancy, Phil, my grandfather, even Auntie Ida, who in unison all cluck… “Susannah, trust us … Continue reading
I’m in line at the bank. There’s a mother with, I’d say, a four year-old boy, clutching a stuffed cat. One of those squishy ones. I think they’re called Jellycats. He suddenly says to his mother, “I smell cake.” She’s … Continue reading