In difficult times it becomes hard not to feel overwhelmed which makes relishing life’s little triumphs sweeter.
Author Archives: Susan G. Weidener
The Ancestry and Legacy Journey
The Ancestry journey has been an exercise in “and the memory returns.” My father said that the Weideners came to Philadelphia prior to the Revolutionary War. “Weidener with three e’s is the real German spelling,” he insisted, not the Weidner and Widener as some spell it.
And the Memory Returns
Told with beauty and warmth, insight and style, And the Memory Returns captures a woman’s journey as she ages and finds healing and redemption.
A Writer Explores Her “Backyard”
I’m always looking for new experiences and encounters. Or, selfishly, I’m looking to learn more about me, who I am. Since I’m on hiatus from international travel, I’ve been exploring my “backyard,” so to speak. I live in Pennsylvania. Delaware, New Jersey, and Maryland are all within easy driving distance. I suppose it’s not whereContinue reading “A Writer Explores Her “Backyard””
Summer’s Journey for the Writer Waits
As light lengthens past nine at night, a writer feels braver. Summer offers a richer and truer expression of relaxation and reflection.
Writing To Tell Your Story
As always, I remain excited about this time in publishing, one that affords the hard-working and dedicated writer a variety of choices and financial options to tell her story.
From Writing to Publishing
As we discussed in the Women’s Writing Circle, there has never been a writer who didn’t question whether what she writes is any good or not.
The Power of Journaling
And so … her memory returns, as do her words, here along the writer’s way. In December, 2012, blogger and author Kathy Pooler wrote about the power of journaling for our Women’s Writing Circle. A few weeks later, she would come to suburban Philadelphia and teach a workshop on journaling.
A Writer Offers a History Lesson
After all, the truth begins with the truth.
The Woman with Red Fingernails
An aspiring blogger and mother with two grown daughters, she was just beginning to revel in her newfound independence. Now was her time. As she pushed her bicycle home on the war-torn streets of Bucha, it was another day in the life of everywoman. Her dream to become a make-up artist energized her. As sheContinue reading “The Woman with Red Fingernails”
