Category Archives: Transitions

Stuck In the Cave

Posted on September 6, 2014 by Susacadia

Plato wrote about it, Ecclesiastes vamped on the subject, Robbie Burns wistfully wondered. I can be as self-serving as the next person; I cherish the occasional glimpses I get of myself from the outside, whether they are complimentary or not. … Continue reading →

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Romancing the Fair

Posted on August 31, 2014 by Susacadia

I did not meet my husband at the Blue Hill Fair, the fair where Wilbur was extolled with the spidery writing of “Some Pig,” one of the last country fairs in Maine. But I might have. It would have happened … Continue reading →

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I think I may have met an angel.

Posted on August 26, 2014 by Susacadia

This past week I slipped into that bubble of Zen travel time, where my thoughts are my own and sights and sounds out of my normal experience. A job took me to White Plains, and, not appreciating high speeds, passing … Continue reading →

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Riding the Bus–Magic and Not So Much

Posted on August 9, 2014 by Susacadia

“I have often thought,” said my dad, driving me home after my second and last year at boarding school, “that we would all have been happier if I had just given you a hundred bucks and a roadmap for your … Continue reading →

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Reunions–Granfalloons Done Right

Posted on July 21, 2014 by Susacadia

These people I felt so awkward around in high school, back in the early 70s? It turns out I really like them.  I was a late comer to their party. Most of them had been together since kindergarten, but I … Continue reading →

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Rafe–Independence Day

Posted on July 4, 2014 by Susacadia

“Rafaella!” The stars had disappeared from the edge of the horizon, and Rafe kept walking. Her sister had no business being up at this hour, and certainly no business shouting her name down the hall. Well, more of an insistent … Continue reading →

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Rafe–Almost healed.

Posted on June 13, 2014 by Susacadia

This comes after Rafe has been dragged home, wounded. This scene takes place as Rafe is sorting her things getting ready to go back to the front. “You promised.” Jenna had never whined in her life, and she didn’t now. … Continue reading →

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Doesn’t Get Better Than a Yellow Screwdriver

Posted on June 9, 2014 by Susacadia

Lessons Learned in Morocco pt. 3 One December school holiday I decided to go to Marrakech. It sounds exotic as I write it, full of mystery and Crosby, Stills, and Nash and hippie road trips. Reality was a bit more … Continue reading →

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Seeing is Relative

Posted on May 18, 2014 by Susacadia

Lessons Learned in Morocco pt. 2 Popular belief and reality are totally in the eye of the beholder. Not only is “good” relative, but so is “fair and just.” “What was it like, being and American woman, living in an … Continue reading →

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A Call to Arms

Posted on May 11, 2014 by Susacadia

I had a somewhat difficult conversation with a friend. Not difficult in the “I need to get this off my chest” sort of way. Rather, it touched on several nerves that have troubled me before. I see the bolus of … Continue reading →

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