Author Archives: Susacadia

About Susacadia

I am a writer, fiber artist, and occasional raconteur. I've been around the block a time or two, but stuck to any career I ever had for at least 10 years. They have all morphed logically from one to another. But under it all I have eternally been a teacher and a learner.

Anatomy of a design project

Posted on July 7, 2017 by Susacadia

This is an invitation to knitting friends to join me in a project. This is not really a KAL, but an opportunity to enjoy a bit of random creativity, put some good words out into the universe. I am AcadiaS … Continue reading →

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Querying Gender

Posted on June 24, 2017 by Susacadia

This week a group of boys in England wore skirts to school in protest of a “no shorts” policy. Oregon drivers can officially circle “X” on their licenses as a gender choice. Myra Breckenridge is no longer the only transgender … Continue reading →

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How soon can I get it?

Posted on April 17, 2017 by Susacadia

A simple image, but hard to remember. Knowledge doesn’t come instantly. Practice doesn’t make perfect, it just makes better. There is no line in the sand, because sand shifts. My kids have entered the Peace Corps and I have quoted … Continue reading →

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The Right to Question

Posted on January 16, 2017 by Susacadia

It was in 1984. University students across Morocco were on strike, so it must have been some time in February. Teachers were required to put in an appearance and spend some time in empty rooms, normally filled with 80 or … Continue reading →

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Changing the world–a two sided equasion

Posted on April 5, 2016 by Susacadia

“ ‘I wish I had known I wasn’t going to change the world,’ I’ve heard others say.” – http://passport.peacecorps.gov/2014/06/16/the-5-things-i-wish-i-had-known-before-joining-peace-corps/ – shared this morning in the FaceBook group Peace Corps Northeast. The writer goes on to describe the small ways her … Continue reading →

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Rafe–For Want of a Toe

Posted on January 28, 2016 by Susacadia

Rafe sat on the bench, a neckerchief stuffed in the gap where her toe once lived, waiting her turn. Other recruits drifted past, peered at her bloody rag. Some kept their distance. Other fetched up in little knots, glancing her … Continue reading →

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Alone time–naturally.

Posted on January 26, 2016 by Susacadia

Alice lay in bed listening. There was the thwap of the overhead fan. There was the hum of the refrigerator. There was the faint wind-chime from the front porch. There were the crows on the front lawn. No video game … Continue reading →

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Morocco 1978–Eid el-Kebir

Posted on January 25, 2016 by Susacadia

The hosts were my neighbors. They had saved their invitation for this special night that would be just for family. I was the only outsider present. Being wedged into a corner was a place of honor. There was no escaping … Continue reading →

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Night Watch

Posted on August 6, 2015 by Susacadia

Then he turned to Wilf. “Look, boy. You go tell your Da that I want a word with him. And your Uncle Ducky as well. And maybe that Molly.” As Wilf hustled off Old Farley turned back to Rafe. “You’ll … Continue reading →

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Talking to Girls

Posted on July 28, 2015 by Susacadia

“I would like to punch that person in the throat for being so stupid!” This girl’s comment was the first thing that came to mind after reading an essay by Lisa Bloom written in 2011. It brought up a lot … Continue reading →

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