In just April-almost-May, when the world is puddle-wonderful, and I am puddle-wonderful, too, full of uishy good feelings and murky little ice-pools of uncertainty, I
Category: Susan Woodring
Thoughts on writing, living, and other mysteries.
What I’m Saving by Susan Woodring
“I meant I was ready to shore up what little purity I had left, ready to not have sex again until I was married. That I would save what I could. My two pennies. What little I could yet claim as my own. I was happy, beginning again. I felt self-possessed and determined and maybe maybe maybe okay. Possibly good enough, once again.” ~ Susan Woodring
Let Me Take This Opportunity to Say
by Susan Woodring Dear Student Who, Upon Scrutinizing a Picture of Me from a Few Years Ago, Remarked How Very Like a Stick I Used
First Love
by Susan Woodring I experienced my very first romantic relationship when I was in the first grade. We were at the swings when it was
I’m Sorry, But I’m Not Sorry
by Susan Woodring I come from a family of reluctant apologizers. Somehow, though, I learned how. From a very early age, I apologized. I apologized
Stargazing and Other Miracles
by Susan Woodring Many months ago, I helped my mother-in-law heft a giant purple suitcase down two flights of stairs at her apartment complex at
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