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
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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
How to Dance Like a Writer
by Susan Woodring First deny everything. You are not a writer. You are not a dancer. You are not, in fact, dancing. You have never
Sympathy for Lead, Or: Oh, How I Hate the Alchemists
by Susan Woodring I have a lot of sympathy for lead. In the days of alchemy, it was considered a base metal and, for many
Life, Change, and Mrs. Dalloway’s Flowers by Susan Woodring
Life is change. Surely you’ve heard that before, and probably more than once. Probably, you’ve heard it so many times, it has ceased to mean
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