Susan's Blog

I can still see him there pacing on that long dirt road in Taos, New Mexico. I had twisted my head from my seat to get one last look at him out the rear window of our Land Rover.  I was out of breath, because I was being chased by a beautiful, domesticated male peacock, as I was getting into our SUV after a weekend with my husband.  George, the resident peacock, had fallen in love with me. I had met George at the American Artist Gallery House, a quaint B&B, which was adorned

Life with Howard Herbert has never been dull to say the least. It is so surprising to me now to have people stop me at the park or on...

Whitney! Her name alone is enchanting, not to mention her beautiful locks of long red curls draping down her back. To this day, I am...

“Honey, I think that after we sell the house, we should buy an RV and travel to every capital city in the United States. Since I can...

David, a slight fourth grader, smaller than the rest of his peers, was a student who learned kinesthetically and through experience which...

“Honey, where are you right now?” asked my husband, Jason, calmly, yet with concern. “I am at a red-light at Flintridge and Academy.”...