Susan’s Stories and Posts
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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THE MAGIC TREE HOUSE
“Nana, I’ve been reading at night before I go to bed,” says my seven-year-old grandson.
“I’m so proud of you!” I ask what he’s reading.
The Magic Tree House
“Nana, I’ve been reading at night before I go to bed,” says my seven-year-old grandson.
“I’m so proud of you!” I ask what he’s reading.
A Question Answered
Irene flirts with a fellow tour guide dressed in a traditional Scottish ensemble while Barb buys scotch she can’t get in the US. I’m wishing the Torabraig distillery offered wine tastings.
Whiskey Sour
“I’m buying this to collect it,” Barb says as she tucks a bottle of Talisker whiskey into her bag.
Right, I think, like I collect wine.
