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.

The Other End of Leaving Home

Posted on April 27, 2014 by Susacadia

A high school classmate asked if I would be interested in contributing to a volume of advice and commiseration for parents whose kids were leaving home. Another friend was experiencing a first time departure and Pam, whose kids had already … Continue reading →

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Rafe-The Feral Sheep–pt. 2

Posted on April 19, 2014 by Susacadia

“This is a true story, one that happened to me. But first, let me tell you about the Feral Sheep. It is said that she is an old woman, always a stranger in town, and always in the marketplace. She … Continue reading →

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Rafe–The Feral Sheep

Posted on April 15, 2014 by Susacadia

Rafe sat on the floor, feet stretched out, ankles crossed, leaning against a roof support polished by centuries of backs and shoulders rubbing against the stout wood. She passed her dinner plate to her niece for return to the Pig … Continue reading →

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Einstein was right

Posted on April 13, 2014 by Susacadia

Lessons Learned in Morocco pt. 1 One of the bloggers I read has invited other people who have lived abroad to contribute to a “lessons learned” theme. I started a list of things I learned while living in Morocco. What … Continue reading →

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Rafe–Tools of the Trade

Posted on April 4, 2014 by Susacadia

For my readers, as I plan my next moves with Rafe: Are there any particular questions you would like answered next? “I’ll have a pint of Smutty Nose,” Rafe told Maud who was waiting on tables at the Pig and … Continue reading →

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Rafe–The Man in the Tree

Posted on March 29, 2014 by Susacadia

Note: You may want to read Being Born first. Their chores done, Mam sent them out to play in the woods. “Just stay out of my hair. And out of trouble. I don’t want the neighbors dropping by with news … Continue reading →

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Rafe–Being Born

Posted on March 28, 2014 by Susacadia

Areana was drenched in sweat, fingers digging into the padded mitts on the midwife’s hand. “I’m done,” she snarled. “I don’t want to belong. Community of women be damned. You can have this dread begotten baby for all I care.”? … Continue reading →

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In the Learning Zone

Posted on March 22, 2014 by Susacadia

I’d like to say “a number of years ago” but really it was back in 1985. Dad, who had been complaining about having to turn his lecture notes over to a secretary, said, “There comes a time when a man … Continue reading →

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Packing Up Down Memory Lane

Posted on March 14, 2014 by Susacadia

So here we are, packing up the house we’ve lived in for nearly 25 years. There’s a lot to it. But I suspect you already knew that. First are the things that we each brought with us when we moved … Continue reading →

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Rafe–Welcomed Home

Posted on March 6, 2014 by Susacadia

Rafe moved Blade, down the wide public road into the village. He clopped sedately, whuffling at the kids who dashed out from between the houses and nodding at the old soldiers on their bench, leaning up against the sunny side … Continue reading →

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