Tag Archives: The first Amendment

Worst Story Of The Week

Posted on February 22, 2018 by Susannah Bianchi

And the phone shall inherit the earth. I’m in the park on Sunday at 6 a.m., not a soul in sight except for one man sprinkling salt on the road. I’m delighted that it snowed just enough to be beautiful, … Continue reading →

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Why I Love Peggy Noonan

Posted on October 23, 2016 by Susannah Bianchi

 I never miss her Saturday column on The Wall Street Journal’s Opinion Page since, it’s always a treat to read. Whenever I ask someone, if they’re a Noonan fan, they either say yes immediately or, I don’t always agree with … Continue reading →

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Milk On The Run

Posted on August 7, 2015 by Susannah Bianchi

I seem to be on a boob theme.  Go figure. I’ll just blame it on being from Connecticut, but I’m sure not a fan of women breast-feeding in public.  That’s not to say they shouldn’t feed their babies, just with … Continue reading →

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Open-faced On Wry

Posted on February 1, 2012 by Susannah Bianchi

Manning a daily blog has truly been an in-depth education that continues illuminating. Not only have I learned things about myself I didn’t know, I’ve been enlightened toward the attitudes and feelings of others that occasionally include disapproval. As a … Continue reading →

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I Guess I’m Not For You

Posted on September 20, 2011 by Susannah Bianchi

I had my first real ‘I hate your blog’ experience the other day. It made the time a friend  said my flagrant use of the word fuck disturbed him (8/22) feel like a walk in the park. Seems my entries … Continue reading →

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