Susan’s Stories
My mother says I taught myself to read by the time I was four. I couldn’t wait to discover the magic of words. I remember sitting at the breakfast table reading the cereal box. When finished, I read it again. I am addicted to words.
People ask me how often I write—writers are always writing. Even without a piece of paper in front of us, words are bouncing and buzzing in our heads like bees trapped in a glass jar.
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RICH FRIENDS
“I have rich friends, you know,” says the Uber driver. “One of them’s loaning me his house up in Washington. I’m gonna go for three weeks this summer.”
Plugged In
“Get that flashlight out of my face! You’re blinding me!” My cousin Edie does not appreciate my feeble attempts to help.
Scottish Wedding
“They say men don’t wear underwear with kilts,” Bobbie says. She raises her eyebrows and smiles.
Bumper Cars
“Hey, Lady,” says the man fixing my fountain. “I think you should come and see this.”
