All My Funny Stuff. All in One Place
When you need a laugh — and who doesn’t? — head over to Susan's Funny Stuff. Susan’s Funny Stuff is the place to find all my new work. Humorous essays, satire, and the occasional rant. The kind of stuff you’d find in a book, but better. Because how often can you add...
The Quote Collection, Part Two
The last time I posted a few of my favorite quotes, I got notes from you. I love getting notes from you! Since I'd like to get more, because I'm greedy like that, here are some other quotes I hope you'll enjoy. Love, Susan xo
Can you make an iguana sit for a selfie? Better question: Can I?
I'm on a quest to take a selfie with an iguana. And it might not be too difficult to do. There’s one that lives right here, by the lake, and sometimes suns himself on the patio around the pool. One morning he was scooting around on the grass near where I was sitting....
The Quote Collection, Part One
I have folders, many folders, filled with quotes I love and wish I'd thought of. Some make me laugh. Others give me courage. And all bring me back to the day I discovered them which is really saying something as I remember nothing most of the time. I read through them...
BEHOLD, THE RESILIENT IVY! (The state plant of my new Building Resilience newsletter!)
Maybe you’re wondering: What is this Building Resilience newsletter all about and why is that ivy growing through that yellow and purple wall? Shouldn’t someone call a landscaper? What the hell is resilience anyway? And what’s it got to do with a plant? Is this...
I’m thisclose to a decent Christian burial.
Or an indecent one. I'm too tired to care. I think my younger son, Cuyler, is trying to kill me. We walked to the beach (several thousand steps, go me), where he worked out doing handstands and bear crawls. (Click the link below and it will download to your computer....
They’re here! But I didn’t get to embarrass them at the airport
So my plan to make a big, embarrassing (to them) scene at the airport did not come to fruition because I forgot that you can’t park at the arrival’s gates any longer than three seconds before security starts barking at you to “Move along, ma’am!” and other drivers...
My boys are coming! My boys are coming!
Today’s the day. Both my sons are coming to see us in Florida. I saw Casey briefly in November when we flew to Virginia to watch him in the Special Olympics Soccer Championship, but I haven’t seen Cuyler since August. August. Three months is a long time to go without...
How to feel fabulous
There are dozens of ways. These are just a few of my favorites... Every now and again, mostly again in these damn Covid days, we all need a pick-me-up, a reason to feel good about ourselves and the world. When you start thinking about running your mask over with your...
So much baggage. And I don’t mean the emotional kind
On what was probably our first trip together, before my husband became my husband, I stood outside Dulles airport waiting for him to park the car. He’s so sweet. He drops me off, so I don’t have to walk from the lot to the departure gate. All I need to do is watch the...
Some things should come with a warning label
Like, “Drinking Port while watching You increases your risk of really bad nightmares.” Spoiler alert: I’m about to share things about the uber popular Netflix show You that might ruin it for those who’ve yet to watch it. Which begs the question: What are you freaks...
I’m never ordering pizza from that place
One day a few weeks ago, I was driving along, minding my own business, and one of those tiny, lizard/gecko things crawled up from beneath my windshield wipers and onto my windshield. I admit, it scared the daylights out of me, stuck to my windshield, giving me the...
My Way Is the Highway
In my continuing effort to clock 10,000 steps in a single day, I’ve decided to increase the distance I walk every morning rather than adding an afternoon stroll through my favorite stores and possibly, (oh, who am I kidding?), definitely, increasing my credit card...
The Other 4,000
Are you one of those people who tracks how many steps you take in a day, aiming for 10,000? I am, but I wasn’t always. I read something about it, then discovered the health app on my phone, made the further discovery that it was already tracking my steps (sneaky,...
Living a life of crime. And loving it.
In the last week, I’ve gobbled up five thrillers. I started Caitlin Wahrer’s The Damage during God knows what NFL game this past Sunday afternoon, and finished it Monday morning. Prior to that, I sucked down The Last Thing He Told Me, by Laura Dave, The Next Wife, by...
Ativan to the rescue. No, really.
When last we met, I was bellyaching about how horribly I was feeling. Sweating, panic attacks, the inability to catch my breath, the whole nine yards. Many of you left me comments and messages offering ideas about what might be ailing me beyond my anxiety (aka, the...
I’m sweating, I can’t catch my breath, and yesterday I had two panic attacks. This is not supposed to be happening in paradise.
Back in June, my husband and I decided to put our house on the market. We knew it was a seller's market and figured the place would sell eventually, but we certainly didn’t expect it to go at the open house. Of course God laughed at us and, ha ha, suddenly we had to...
Long Story Short, the Upshot of My Piece About My Son’s Facebook Post
When last we met, I’d written a piece about a hurtful post my son put on Facebook. The response to that piece was overwhelming. It received dozens upon dozens of comments on Facebook and LinkedIn, all supportive and, sadly, many sharing the fact that they’re in a very...