by Susan McCorkindale | May 12, 2021 | Confessions
When you’re so busy being flexible, do you ever think, “For Pete’s sake, just do it my way already!”? I do. It’s a flaw. I find it raises its ugly head when I’m confronted with certain situations that make me recall certain...
by Susan McCorkindale | May 11, 2021 | Confessions
Are we ever too old to change careers? Start something totally new? I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. Pondering a professional reinvention. Change is good, right? I’ve got some excellent skills, transferrable skills that could really work in a new work...
by Susan McCorkindale | May 2, 2021 | Confessions
I have a confession to make. Even though it’s nice and quiet and because it’s such I should stay here, at my desk, writing, I really want to go to Target. I haven’t been there, for a leisurely stroll through the makeup department or an unhurried oohing and aahing over...
by Susan McCorkindale | Apr 20, 2021 | Confessions
Years ago, when I’d once again waited until the absolute last minute to decide what to wear to an event, I stood in my bedroom ripping through my closet. As I threw dresses and slacks and skirts onto the bed, I spied the periwinkle Norma Kamali sleeveless sheath dress...
by Susan McCorkindale | Apr 9, 2021 | Confessions
When I find myself not writing, I need to ask myself, what is it that I don’t want to write about? Because it’s not like me not to be writing. So if I’m not, and I haven’t been, I need to stop telling myself I just don’t feel like it and I have nothing to say. Oh no....
by Susan McCorkindale | Jan 31, 2021 | Confessions
I’ve had beach dreams – dreams of moving to the beach – for forever. As a kid, I cried when we came home from our vacations in Chadwick Beach, New Jersey. When Stu and I were dating and hitting Jenkinson’s Pavilion in Point Pleasant every...