

In The Air Tonight
I heard the click of the cassette deck and then the drum and cymbals...
by Suzanne Weerts
Jun 19


Black Wig Night
He said his name was Fender, like the guitar, which may or may not have been true, but of course I was Sharona, which definitely was not true.
by Suzanne Weerts
May 29


A Star Is Born
Contained within my earliest memories was the certainty that I had talent.
by Suzanne Weerts
May 15


Shattered
Every creak now sounds like an intruder and a masked ghost in gloves keeps invading my dreams.
by Suzanne Weerts
Apr 17


A Trailer Park Honeymoon
My new father-in-law decided the fair thing to do would be to have his children draw straws for accommodations.
by Suzanne Weerts
Apr 3


Here's to You, Jessie's Girl
I’m thinking MAYBE in my ripped jeans and sunglasses, from a distance, JUST MAYBE I’m passing for a co-ed.
by Suzanne Weerts
Feb 27


Toothpaste and Text Messages
You can’t unsee such a thing. And if you’re a maternal sleuth with a puritan upbringing like me, you might look away in shock.
by Suzanne Weerts
Feb 13


Let's Go Crazy
I don’t have insight or hindsight. Crazy Suzanne should not have documented our lives, and should definitely not have chosen what to pack.
by Suzanne Weerts
Jan 30


Con Job
My wrists strained at the handcuffs wanting to wave, give a peace sign or some indication that I was still dateable.
by Suzanne Weerts
Dec 5, 2024


Mushrooms
W e’re on a raft of logs in the middle of a river just yards from terra-firma when David hands me the dried piece of mushroom. “ You’ve...
by Suzanne Weerts
Nov 7, 2024