Author Archives: Susan L Daniels

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?

1/13/2013

January softens to 62 degrees.  We open the windows, welcome air foamed with false spring.  My daughter says I missed the smell of the earth, and I know what she speaks to–that blend of mud and grass;  greens and browns rolling through … Continue reading

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Maternity

So much we call memory is us rewriting ourselves as the center of a story, when perhaps we were peripheral to something bigger unfolding just beneath our own skins, and unknown. In this story I am both central and peripheral: … Continue reading

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01/14/2013 small stone

Dogs can whine stacatto–the black lab jittering in the cat section of the waiting room has dotted flights to sing–a song with teeth in it.

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1/11/13 small stone

I don’t need to have the last word or the first.  I must own each one I have been given in between.

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Kintsugi

The bowl we wheeled, fired, and glazed when broken, became the metaphor for us; a shining heaviness on my lap, unfit for water or fruit fusing again, what rejoins is no longer flawed, but deeper; our story, refired to epic … Continue reading

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