My new piece on the Huffington Post, “The Morning I Removed the Rings,” is raising a bit of a ruckus. As I write this there are just about 117 comments and I’d love yours. Feel free to leave it here or on the Huffington Post site. Thanks!
No Place to Hide
Cover Cow Off to Betty Ford. News at Eleven.

Bessie, if we lose power again today I’ll be right behind ya. Honestly, I don’t know how people lived without electricity. Maybe they went to bed early. Or drank too much and tipped cows. (Not a threat, Bess, I swear!) All I know is that I’m thankful I can use my flat iron (and flush the toilet). Happy Friday, folks. Have a wonderful weekend!
Susan
PS Your thoughts and prayers are working. My friend’s pancreatic cancer? May just be operable after all!!!
Dear Mrs. McCorkindale, I love that you talked so fast we never got bored…
Two weeks ago I had the pleasure of conducting some writing workshops at Marshall Middle School. I love doing this kind of coaching and in fact don’t know what I enjoy more: writing, or getting other people — particularly teens and tweens — psyched about writing. In any case, I had a limited amount of time and a lot of motivating to do so I went straight to Mega Jersey Girl Mode. For the uninitiated, Webster’s defines Mega Jersey Girl Mode as “Rapid fire speech accompanied by rapid fire hand gestures. Those on the receiving end of Mega Jersey Girl Mode frequently report an increased need for white lined paper, pens, and, occasionally, oxygen.”
It gives me great pleasure to report that I am the only one who needed help breathing after my day with Mr. Danile’s and Mrs. Simpson’s seventh grade English classes. I can’t thank them enough for having me, or for their incredible thank-you notes, excerpts of which follow…..
“Dear Mrs. McCorkindale, you were very funny when you were talking about writing from the perspective of a flat iron.
I was really inspired! Your friend, B.R.”“Dear Mrs. McCorkindale, thank you so much for being our guest speaker. You gave me a lot of great writing tips,
and you’re funny too! Sincerely, M.P.”“Dear Mrs. McCorkindale, I am so glad you came and talked to our class. I couldn’t fall asleep with your fun
and energetic stories! Yours truly, S.L.”“Dear Mrs. McCorkindale, thank you for coming to our class. I love the idea of keeping a writer’s notebook
with me wherever I go. And thank you for talking so fast that we never got bored! Your fellow writer, Q.S.”
I sat down to post pictures of my Miami escape…..
and to tell you how fun it was to drink Bloody Mary’s all day on the beach, dance ’til the wee morning at Mango’s, recover with a sixty-minute massage, and then do it all over again, but I made the mistake of opening my email.
One of my husband’s dearest friends was just diagnosed with inoperable pancreatic cancer. His doctors have given him 90 days. Frankly, I am sick at the news. Sick at the memories it brought back. The feelings of helplessness, and disbelief, and fear so deep I thought I was going to faint in front of the surgeon.
I will never forget that day. And maybe tomorrow, when I’ve forced this pain that’s bubbled up back in its little box, I’ll take a stroll down South Beach memory lane. But today I’m going to pray for Don. Thank you for doing so, too.
P.S.
I don’t know about you, but when I’m sad it helps to spend money. These are very good causes if you’re so inclined:



