Tag Archives: grace under fire

Something Smells Fishy

I’m at the market on my corner waiting for the sushi man to make my fresh salmon quinoa roll he makes me for lunch, every day. The fact that it’s only 7:20 a.m., and he has tons of work to … Continue reading

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New Year’s Revolutions

A revolution is a good way to look at my move which concludes on Saturday. I’m stubbornly sitting in the old place like a prisoner refusing to leave jail.  I thought I was a lifer here at Sing Sing Susannah, … Continue reading

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