by Susan McCorkindale | May 13, 2011 | Confessions, Life in the Farm Lane, No Place to Hide
Above, my only-five-but-already-fabulous nieces Emma and Samantha, preparing for the release of 500 Acres and No Place to Hide. Dear Emma and Samantha, Way to work the Counterfeit Fan Club tee shirt! Now go to school and tell all your classmates to follow your Aunt...
by Susan McCorkindale | Apr 29, 2011 | Cancer Sucks, Confessions, Life in the Farm Lane, No Place to Hide
We ate out for Easter, and the boys tortured me. Typical. The dog groomer worked her magic on Tug and, a day later, he was filthy again. The norm. I came thisclose to forgetting to get both cars inspected on time. As usual. And the laundry continues to reproduce like...
by Susan McCorkindale | Apr 24, 2011 | Cancer Sucks, Confessions, Life in the Farm Lane, No Place to Hide
“I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and...
by Susan McCorkindale | Mar 29, 2011 | Cancer Sucks, Confessions, No Place to Hide
It’s four-fifteen in the morning and I’m awake and reading the “7 Little Known Dangers of Sleep Deprivation.” It was one of the stories on MSN.com, so I clicked through. Sure, I could be reading about a 132-pound toddler, reviewing the many...
by Susan McCorkindale | Feb 28, 2011 | Confessions, Life in the Farm Lane, No Place to Hide
Me, and my much younger girlfriends. Not bad, I guess. And better than not getting to be “almost f-ing” 50. But still painful. I mean, it seems like just yesterday I was “almost f-ing” 40. Looking at this picture, taken in what had to be 200...
by Susan McCorkindale | Feb 12, 2011 | Cancer Sucks, Confessions, Life in the Farm Lane, No Place to Hide
Anybody seen January? I blinked, and it was gone. Three times in the last two days I’ve said things like “I’ll get to that in January” and “Hmm, maybe I’ll go in January.” Get to what? Go where? I don’t know, and it...