I am especially attuned to the large, red maple tree in my back garden which now stretches her sinuous limbs high above my three-story stucco twin home.
Author Archives: Susan G. Weidener
Simplicity and the Creative Life
Maybe, it’s time to simplify, a time to create, something psychologists agree is a way to reduce anxiety.
A Writer Thinks ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’
Life doesn’t always turn out the way we hoped, but if we look closely, our blessings are many.
The Magic of Collaboration
I didn’t plan to watch Peter Jackson’s documentary The Beatles: Get Back but I couldn’t resist. Disney Plus offered a week of free viewing and as one who grew up with the Beatles, I put aside my feeling that we shouldn’t reanalyze magic. Cobbled out of old footage moldering on steel reels in the basementContinue reading “The Magic of Collaboration”
Gratitude and a November Moon
We live in rancorous times. A friend called them strange and fearful. That’s why I got up at 3:53 a.m. this morning to look at the November moon eclipse. I needed something, something magical. I looked outside the window and saw a dark orange orb with silver sliver of light. To get a better look,Continue reading “Gratitude and a November Moon”
The Dance of Life and Death
Recently, I read an opinion piece in the New York Times “What I Believe About Life After Death” by Anglican priest, Tish Harrison Warren, which she wrote following the tragic death of a fellow Anglican priest and his 22-year-old son in an automobile accident. “I hate death. I have never made my peace with it and IContinue reading “The Dance of Life and Death”
The Magic of the Writing Practice
My manuscript has come back from my editor. We’ve talked on the phone about her comments and my vision for the book. An editor moves you toward a goal of incorporating new and better writing. Someone reads your work and offers objective criticism based, hopefully, on their own experience as a professional in the writingContinue reading “The Magic of the Writing Practice”
When a Writer Languishes
Lately, it seems I’ve been hearing from a lot of writers that they’re languishing—they don’t know what to write, let alone feel the energy to write. Everything from Covid, to health setbacks, to exhaustion with their day jobs, adds to the fatigue. In my case, it has to do with not a whole lot happening.Continue reading “When a Writer Languishes”
Remembering You on September 11
The baby wasn’t due for three weeks, but babies don’t arrive on schedule, or at least, not two hours before a 40th birthday bash. Invites gone out to friends and family. Too late to cancel. While the baby and I snuggled in the hospital, you went home and passed out cigars. A son on your birthday!Continue reading “Remembering You on September 11”
After the Fall a Room Beckons
As many of you who read my Facebook page know, I recently took a nasty fall. Nasty because it came without warning and happened so fast. I was literally standing on a grassy field on a sunny Thursday morning one minute, holding my dog’s leash, and the next stepping down wrong on a curb, slippingContinue reading “After the Fall a Room Beckons”
Along the Writer's Way 