by Susan McCorkindale | Dec 30, 2014 | Confessions, No Place to Hide
I’m one of the 14.8 million adults in America who suffer from depression. Clearly I’m not embarrassed to share this fact. I mean, it’s not like I pull the wings off flies or pilfer my son’s college savings to pay for Botox. That’s stuff...
by Susan McCorkindale | Sep 27, 2014 | Confessions
I’m speed walking along a wooded trail, killing time while my son wraps up his rugby practice, and all I can hear are bees zipping past my head, and the sound of my way too tight, way too long yoga pants dragging in the dirt. They’re too tight because when...
by Susan McCorkindale | Mar 1, 2014 | Confessions, No Place to Hide
I think it’s pretty safe to say that no matter where in the U.S. you live, this winter’s been rough. Snow. Ice. Freezing rain. School delays. School closings. More school closings. As if the weather and having the kids home (and eating you out of house and home)...
by Susan McCorkindale | Jan 29, 2014 | Confessions, Life in the Farm Lane, No Place to Hide, Vine Times
Sure, I could jack up the heat and run up an enormous bill. Or I could leave the thermostat set at a balmy 62-degrees and actually see my breath in the living room. (Funny the first time but after that? Not so much.) I could also go someplace warm but, eventually,...
by Susan McCorkindale | Sep 21, 2013 | Confessions, Life in the Farm Lane, No Place to Hide
Have you discovered She Writes? If not, today’s re-posting of Author Jamie Ford’s reverse biography is the perfect reason to visit the site. It’s called “Call in Sick More Often.” Read it and let it give you the courage to play hookey...
by Susan McCorkindale | Jun 8, 2013 | Confessions, No Place to Hide
My fiance’s home is a true man-cave. But when I moved in, I didn’t say, “That awful elk head has to go!” Nope. Not me. I embraced it, and the animal skulls, shotguns, walrus genitalia, and the terrifying stuffed turkeys, too. I was determined...