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by Suzanne Weerts

Aug 20, 2015

Dust in the Wind

I grabbed a knife from the butcher’s block, cut the gold seal and opened the box.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Nov 7

Mushrooms

W e’re on a raft of logs in the middle of a river just yards from terra-firma when David hands me the dried piece of mushroom. “ You’ve...

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by Suzanne Weerts

Nov 7

You May Be Right, I May Be Crazy

I jumped out of the car and rushed into the house as soon as we got home from mass. I flew up the staircase and leaped over my bed,...

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by Suzanne Weerts

Sep 26

Under The Influence

As far back as I can remember, I had one very specific goal: True love’s first kiss.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Sep 13

TWELVE STEPS

“So, girls, how did it go?” she asked. “Well, we learned a lot,” we said. And that was the truth.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Sep 5

Pain and Novocaine

Our scars are songs written on our skin, singing their mournful or joyous melodies through their lingering marks.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Aug 15

Spin The Bottle

This was where you decided if you were going to be a Sandy or a Rizzo.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Jul 18

Golden Girl

I sit in the lawn chair in the sunniest part of our yard and wait for my metamorphosis to begin.

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by Suzanne Weerts

May 16

Three Minutes

I began smelling something rancid. I thought it was in the kitchen and checked under the sink, but it was also in my bedroom and the hall.

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by Suzanne Weerts

May 2

Wonder

Those make-goods made for cheap fun. This make-good is going to cost me.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Apr 4

Float

It turned out, covering a 10-foot jaguar took a lot more paper squares than we thought and we’d have to work through the night.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Mar 28

Fat Looks Better When It's Tan

I start watching what I eat. Mom seems happy that I appear to be jumping aboard the carrot and celery train.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Jan 25

Pet Cemetery

A pet rabbit can live for eight to twelve years. The lifespan of cognizant childhood is far shorter.

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Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes

by Suzanne Weerts

Oct 26, 2023

Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes

I just never expected to be contemplating dropping out to sail to Jamaica with a possible drug smuggler.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Sep 21, 2023

Semper Paratus Pull-Up

Life took over and I kind of forgot about the emergency bag…until there was an emergency.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Aug 10, 2023

The Magic Room

The magic has occurred in our guest bathroom.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Jul 20, 2023

The Room of Requirement

I am erasing part of his story. Or at least I am editing it.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Jun 8, 2023

One Night Stand

My one-piece white jumpsuit with beaded shoulders is its own sad story of a fashion misstep that lives on as a two part mistake.

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by Suzanne Weerts

May 25, 2023

A Stitch In Time

I am a fraud...My sash is heavy. It jingles with dozens of safety pins, including the pinned on patch I’d received for sewing.

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by Suzanne Weerts

May 4, 2023

Hard Drive

Anyone in Los Angeles with a talent and a desire to be on TV? That is only half the population! And they are calling ME?

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by Suzanne Weerts

Apr 6, 2023

Saving Pink Bear

No way!” Maddie says defiantly. My 4-foot ballerina clutches her bear tightly,lip quivering in her first deliberate stand against authority.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Feb 11, 2023

The Score

I was born while my father was 100 feet under the North Atlantic in a Polaris submarine. He was honorably discharged from the Navy when I...

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by Suzanne Weerts

Jan 19, 2023

Itch

I’d briefly forget my agony until I realized my family may no longer be worried about my well-being at which point, I’d begin another tortur

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by Suzanne Weerts

Dec 8, 2022

You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling

I feigned appreciation as my heart sank. My dream was Dan. His gift didn’t mirror of my feelings. This was not Wordsworth, Neruda or Keats.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Nov 3, 2022

Like a Butterfly

It is one o’clock in the morning when I leave The Rainbow Room. “Nothing good ever happens after one AM,” says my mother. I’ve been a...

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by Suzanne Weerts

Oct 20, 2022

Bonfire of the Vanities

What are our white brow secrets? Those seemingly superficial things we hide from the world and even from those close

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by Suzanne Weerts

Sep 29, 2022

I Will Not Have A Slice

I did send a card, welcoming her to the family and wishing them happiness. And I meant it. But who was this woman he'd married?

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Sand Dollars And the Value in Letting Go

by Suzanne Weerts

Sep 2, 2022

Sand Dollars And the Value in Letting Go

Setting your babies free is not easy like a day at the beach. When they’re little, splashing joyfully on the shoreline, not daring to go...

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by Suzanne Weerts

Aug 11, 2022

Mistaken Identity

Willie Nelsen was recently named “American Indian of the Year” and his blood flowed with as much Cherokee as ours.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Jun 22, 2022

Thanks for Life, Mom

We pass out the last of the roses, one representing each of the babies needlessly murdered in the state of North Carolina that year.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Apr 28, 2022

A Body is Just a Body is Just a Body

“You deserve this Suzanne,” he whispers in my ear, “Relax.” The sound of the waves crashing against the cliff below the balcony where I...

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by Suzanne Weerts

Apr 14, 2022

Sentry of the Sweets

My cousin Kathleen is getting married at the Boston Harbor Hotel. My family has never been to Boston. Mom starts looking for inexpensive...

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by Suzanne Weerts

Mar 17, 2022

Blackberry Stains

I see her running across the expanse of our front lawn, which is only 20 yards but memory makes it 200 and it all feels like slow motion.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Nov 4, 2021

A Horse Walks Up To A Bar

Jane Goodall, the British primatologist who studied chimpanzees in Tanzania was feeding a horse at the counter in a cafe by my house.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Oct 7, 2021

The Not So Salad Days

I am standing in my father’s kitchen. It’s the kitchen of my childhood, though the lime green cabinets from the 70’s have been stripped...

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by Suzanne Weerts

Jul 21, 2021

The Ticket

There I am in the United Airlines terminal when I realize: a ticket is not a plan. An airline ticket is not the golden ticket to success.

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Lady In Red (Or rather, lady in a regrettably old, pilled, black sweater)

by Suzanne Weerts

Apr 29, 2021

Lady In Red (Or rather, lady in a regrettably old, pilled, black sweater)

I didn’t know he’d been in the restroom building up his courage. I figured he was eating a hidden stash of beef jerky.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Jan 29, 2021

Whirlwind of Money

“Come on ladies! Don’t go! Take a chance! You could be winners!”

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by Suzanne Weerts

Apr 2, 2020

COMMITMENT

Shane is a bad boy. I'm not supposed to associate with bad boys.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Mar 30, 2020

Padding the Nest

Our birds have flown home for the time being, their disappointment palpable, but they are counting on us for comfort and continuity.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Mar 5, 2020

The Sounds of Silence

When Rumi said, “Listen to silence. It has so much to say,” I’m guessing he didn’t have tinnitus.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Feb 20, 2020

Undercover

My understanding of the birds and the bees existed under a thick blanket of secrecy in the house of my childhood. When I was ten or so, I...

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by Suzanne Weerts

Jan 23, 2020

Cleaning Up

My house is a mere shell of it’s happiest self now that the Christmas decorations are gone. Early in December each box I bring out of...

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by Suzanne Weerts

Jan 9, 2020

I Don't Do Drugs

I am 100% certain I'm going to die in this shit-hole motel above a dive bar with the remnants of a pot-infused chocolate bar in my hand...

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by Suzanne Weerts

Dec 19, 2019

White Elephant

Even if that Santa held no specific memories for me, he had once been held by my mother.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Nov 20, 2019

The Overshare

I got this voicemail from my dad. “Hi Suzanne, there’s this important Anniversary I need to tell you about, please call me back.”

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by Suzanne Weerts

Nov 14, 2019

Silver Fish

Aunt Joanne’s stories were peppered with the names of famous people who’d graced her path and the fabulous places she’d been.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Oct 31, 2019

Murder House

When I am out watching the kids trick-or-treating in our neighborhood, I'll be on the lookout for the ghost of Mabel Monohan.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Oct 10, 2019

Moving Minus Emotion

“Mom,” he says, “I thought you’d be more emotional.” “Well, I’m feeling pretty good about all this,” I reply, “My job is done."

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by Suzanne Weerts

Aug 22, 2019

The Fax

My father has never been one for face-to-face communication, but he always did know how to make a statement.

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by Suzanne Weerts

Aug 18, 2019

Sand Castles and Reclaimed Kickboards

We attempted to surf the sand like Aladdin on magic carpets before taking our new kick-boards out to the foaming blue ocean.

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