Seventeen years old. My daughter. My girl. My peanut, bunny rabbit, boo boo nut, love bug, bunsy, baby girl. She sings, she writes, she laughs, she dances, she thinks, she cries, she reads, she dreams, she worries, she wishes, she …
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Susan McMartin
That’s right. I am. I am so angry at the state of the world that I want to scream. I want to SCREAM! Out the windows, “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!!!” Aren’t you? …
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(this column originally posted Thanksgiving 2010) From the time I was a little girl I deemed Thanksgiving as my all-time favorite holiday. When I was really little it was because of the love. When I was a little older it …
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I was ordering food in last night for my daughter and me and as I scrolled through all the options of restaurants to choose from I thought, if only people every day could think of America like this. An enormous …
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Dear America, What’s going on? Why have you changed so much? It seems only a few years ago you were so loving. So full of hope, change, tolerance. But now… well, you’re angry. Dark. Brooding. It’s like you look for …
Read more →… that I don’t miss you, dad. Miss you, miss you, miss you. What I would give for more time to talk, hold hands, laugh, sing. Thank God I have your voice and face in so many places. Often times, …
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Four years ago I shared with you the experience of taking my daughter to her first concert. It was Pink and it was thrilling. It was also the same week Phillip Seymour Hoffman died from a drug overdose. This week I …
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(This column was originally published February 8, 2016) I always had a dream, a picture in my mind of one day owning a home and in that home having an office with a couch and windows that looked out at …
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