Category Archives: readng
Back In The Church Courtyard
I’m seated on a bench in the sun. Across from me sits a burly man in dusty work clothes, an unopened metal lunchbox beside him guzzling from a thermos. We nod to each other. The weather … Continue reading
Life On The Train
Downtown Number 5 Train 10:30 a.m. Since it’s past rush hour everyone has a seat. I’m cold and cranky trying not to show it since my sneakers are soaked after a man rushing for a cab, pushed me into a … Continue reading
Easter People
The original piece with this title was deleted. I felt it was not uplifting nor appropriate. Thank you for the readers who left comments. They were very appreciated. I wish everyone celebrating Easter a peaceful one. Susannah
Did You Know…The Mob Edition
In the opening scene of The Godfather, when Vito Corleone coddles a kitten on his lap, it wasn’t in the script. The animal just wandered in, Brando one can say, making her a star. When Sonny Corleone gets … Continue reading
Things I Love…Ten Years Later
How different I saw the world in 2016. The things that enchanted me then seem so frivolous now. If nothing else, age brings clarity. Quality verses quantity. Health over wealth. I love being still in … Continue reading
Susannah’s Spring, Summer Reading List…2026
I was told I read too much. Rather than get offended took it as a compliment. What a wonderful thing to be accused of. It seemed to annoy this person that every time we meet I bring a … Continue reading
Sitting In The Church Courtyard
What a lovely day. A week ago I was dressed like a Sherpa. Today, short sleeves. I like it here when it’s warm, to sit in front of their Saint Francis of Assisi statue with the birds … Continue reading
A Wright Brothers Sunday
Orville and Wibur Wright, the two brothers who in 1903 pioneered aviation with their handmade seaplane the Kitty Hawk now at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, never worked on a Sunday, observing what the Bible calls the Sabbath. … Continue reading
Walking Down Fifth
Fifth Avenue can be cold with snapping winds, but not today, good news since I so love to stroll, the true flaneur that I am. It’s French for idle saunterer…one who walks unhurried. Yes, that’s me, the strolling … Continue reading
Hump Day
It never fails. The minute I’m suffering from a case of the poor mes I see the woman with the hump, my harbinger that things could always be worse. And it’s never in the same place. I’ve seen … Continue reading



