Posted by in Heartfelt This is an issue greater than I knew. Over the recent years, I have experienced the death of several people close to me. Most recently, two of my friends unexpectedly lost their children, who were in their 40s. Some individuals around me were at a loss for what to do or say. Fortunately, I was…Read more »
Posted by in Heartfelt, Pink Flamingos I was born a fun-loving child. Well-liked in grade school and high school, I was class valedictorian and on the Queen’s court at our Senior prom. But things went amuck at home when I became a teenager. My evolving personality didn’t sit well with my parents. I became a carbon copy of my father…stubborn and…Read more »
Posted by in africa, Children's Book, Heartfelt, memoir, Never the Same Again, Pink Flamingos, writing The term “legacy ” has often been used in a narrow sense, including wealth and material possessions. Recently, I discovered a new expanded meaning that sang to me in the loudest voice. I realized that my writings have already been defined by this broader meaning. Definition: A person’s legacy is the lasting impact they leave…Read more »
From sunrise to sunset of 2025, what a year this has been. I want to share some photos from this past year. Morocco, the Sahara Desert, a family visit, a surgery gone wrong, and my writing adventures. With health issues mostly behind me, I’m ready for more adventure. Wishing you and yours a wonderful New…Read more »
My poem, Curiosity and Wonder was selected for publication in early 2026 in an anthology of short stories and poems by several local authors. The submission was based on the theme Family: Formed, Found, and Chosen, in response to the memoir Solito by Javier Zamora, which tells the story of a nine-year-old child making his…Read more »
I had no idea my last blog would carry so much concern among my readers. Personal notes and messages were sent; one asked, “Why hadn’t you called me?” I was remiss in telling my readers that during my infirmary weeks ago, the outpouring of care from nearby neighbors, friends, and surrogate family was amazing. I…Read more »
This blog title uses the word ages in its literal translation. Therefore, this poem depicts my journey toward accepting my own aging process. I’ve been a relatively healthy 74 year old engaging in a variety of physical and mental activities that keep me vital and active. My Sacred Temple by Susan E. Greisen 12/24 My…Read more »
I was challenged to write a piece for our writers’ organization, Red Wheelbarrow Writers, to be published in a collective anthology. Here was the assignment: Submit fiction, nonfiction, and poetry that captures the importance of a particular place and its power to surprise, transform and inspire. Keen observation of everyday scenes reveals how simple, seemingly…Read more »
(All images in this blog are computer generated.) “I can’t walk that far, I’m too old.” These are my mother’s words as I tried to encourage her out of the car to walk one block to see one of the geysers at Yellowstone. She never got out. “I can see the top of it from…Read more »
As this rosy sunrise brought us 2024, much has happened in our lives and around the world. But as the sun sets this December, I want to end with photos taken throughout the year. I have written about some of the images with others in upcoming blogs. Enjoy, and I wish you a healthy and splendid…Read more »
Susan E. Greisen 