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Susannah’s Spring, Summer Reading List, 2021
Tag Archives: Bill Hicks
Emma Lazarus’s poem, The New Colossus, written in 1883 to raise money for the building of the Statue of Liberty’s pedestal, died when she was 38 of Hodgkins Lymphoma, never knowing her beautiful words would be immortalized on Liberty’s base. … Continue reading
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