One hundred heart emoji Toy dishes were my jam as a kid. Later Mazie said: “Suze, stop buying bowls.” Concerned, I asked, “Will non-dog people understand?”Before R, relationships and anguish were synonyms. In those dark days, my heart soared only when I heard the lapping rhythm of my beloved Teddy…

Spoiler alert: These lovers do NOT break up. I look again and yes, you are here. Two hydrangeas planted in a reasonable garden, not quite ten years ago. Blossoming so intently, we obliterated any exposed ground. Ivory hued blooms in abundance, poking skyward as one. Down under a root radiograph shows melding, identical patterns, burrowing…

Dinnertime cozy-comfort to soothe the ol’ lack of writing guilt. Cooking is my jam. — As many of you know, via my alter ego, Saucy Smith, I have a cooking hobby called lobstersandwich. Regretfully my writing, connecting, reading, and general motivation are currently benched by an external distraction of unusual size. Short solution: Shout out, “When the going gets tough, the tough get cooking.” …

We were not invited. — Prancing their runways twenty streets down while issuing vetted invitations to huddle, gnaw carcasses and spin untruths. Their sequinned polyester jackets discarded in a hate-rant dance, making them feel superior, omnipotent, and self-justified. To us, the shock of their unveiling showcased the style for any future: A tight-fitting sheath of…

Engulfing body and soul. — The wind squalls plastered hair to my cheeks, my fingers dressed up like windshield washers, ineffective against the reality of crazy glue, masking as water. Please don’t open your lips; I plead to my reflexes because suffocation follows. The wind rips away pieces of my soul while I bounce between…

My brain feels like mushy peas. — That turtle represents my current reaction to all the disasters around us. I tell friends, “I started a new business — manufacturing lawn signs announcing Please don’t disturb the hermits. See, if I could go, “Presto, I’m a turtle,” I could literally duck inside my shell until…Erm. Not sure. Reading…

With so much coming at us, we must remember to make time for a twirl or two. 🍋Greetings from your two lemonettes Amy Marley and Suzanne V. Tanner Don’t you want one of those cinnamon buns right now? I know I do. Our fantastic and talented friend Agnes Eveline Anton…

What to do when world-shattering events make your brain scream for a little break? Idea#1 My husband is a doughnut-head, not me. Still, I saved a link to an EaterSF article about the best doughnut shops in The Bay area. Call me selfish, but I needed something to get my…

One Solid News Article that Caught My Attention, Edition #7 — Because: James Knight knows his onions. Some background on James: I am a lifelong advocate for women’s reproductive rights, going back to the 1960s before Roe v. Wade became law on January 23, 1973. I am also a Reproductive Physiologist by professional training. I received my Ph.D. in 1975 and…