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    A Body is Just a Body is Just a Body
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Apr 28

    A Body is Just a Body is Just a Body

    “You deserve this Suzanne,” he whispers in my ear, “Relax.” The sound of the waves crashing against the cliff below the balcony where I...
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    Sentry of the Sweets
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Apr 14

    Sentry of the Sweets

    My cousin Kathleen is getting married at the Boston Harbor Hotel. My family has never been to Boston. Mom starts looking for inexpensive...
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    Blackberry Stains
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Mar 17

    Blackberry Stains

    I see her running across the expanse of our front lawn, which is only 20 yards but memory makes it 200 and it all feels like slow motion.
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    A Horse Walks Up To A Bar
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Nov 4, 2021

    A Horse Walks Up To A Bar

    Jane Goodall, the British primatologist who studied chimpanzees in Tanzania was feeding a horse at the counter in a cafe by my house.
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    The Not So Salad Days
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Oct 7, 2021

    The Not So Salad Days

    I am standing in my father’s kitchen. It’s the kitchen of my childhood, though the lime green cabinets from the 70’s have been stripped...
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    The Ticket
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Jul 21, 2021

    The Ticket

    There I am in the United Airlines terminal when I realize: a ticket is not a plan. An airline ticket is not the golden ticket to success.
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    Lady In Red  (Or rather, lady in a regrettably old, pilled, black sweater)
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Apr 29, 2021

    Lady In Red (Or rather, lady in a regrettably old, pilled, black sweater)

    I didn’t know he’d been in the restroom building up his courage. I figured he was eating a hidden stash of beef jerky.
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    Whirlwind of Money
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Jan 29, 2021

    Whirlwind of Money

    “Come on ladies! Don’t go! Take a chance! You could be winners!”
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    COMMITMENT
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Apr 2, 2020

    COMMITMENT

    Shane is a bad boy. I'm not supposed to associate with bad boys.
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    Padding the Nest
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Mar 30, 2020

    Padding the Nest

    Our birds have flown home for the time being, their disappointment palpable, but they are counting on us for comfort and continuity.
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    The Sounds of Silence
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Mar 5, 2020

    The Sounds of Silence

    When Rumi said, “Listen to silence. It has so much to say,” I’m guessing he didn’t have tinnitus.
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    Undercover
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Feb 20, 2020

    Undercover

    My understanding of the birds and the bees existed under a thick blanket of secrecy in the house of my childhood. When I was ten or so, I...
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    Cleaning Up
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Jan 23, 2020

    Cleaning Up

    My house is a mere shell of it’s happiest self now that the Christmas decorations are gone. Early in December each box I bring out of...
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    I Don't Do Drugs
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Jan 9, 2020

    I Don't Do Drugs

    I am 100% certain I'm going to die in this shit-hole motel above a dive bar with the remnants of a pot-infused chocolate bar in my hand...
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    White Elephant
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Dec 19, 2019

    White Elephant

    Even if that Santa held no specific memories for me, he had once been held by my mother.
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    The Overshare
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Nov 20, 2019

    The Overshare

    I got this voicemail from my dad. “Hi Suzanne, there’s this important Anniversary I need to tell you about, please call me back.”
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    Silver Fish
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Nov 14, 2019

    Silver Fish

    Aunt Joanne’s stories were peppered with the names of famous people who’d graced her path and the fabulous places she’d been.
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    Murder House
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Oct 31, 2019

    Murder House

    When I am out watching the kids trick-or-treating in our neighborhood, I'll be on the lookout for the ghost of Mabel Monohan.
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    Moving Minus Emotion
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Oct 10, 2019

    Moving Minus Emotion

    “Mom,” he says, “I thought you’d be more emotional.” “Well, I’m feeling pretty good about all this,” I reply, “My job is done."
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    The Fax
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Aug 22, 2019

    The Fax

    My father has never been one for face-to-face communication, but he always did know how to make a statement.
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    Sand Castles and Reclaimed Kickboards
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Aug 18, 2019

    Sand Castles and Reclaimed Kickboards

    We attempted to surf the sand like Aladdin on magic carpets before taking our new kick-boards out to the foaming blue ocean.
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    The Gamble
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Jul 18, 2019

    The Gamble

    My stomach turned as the wheel spun, the ball bouncing over blurred black and red numbers, this money he was risking was two month’s rent.
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    Adventurous One, Who Might You Become?
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • May 30, 2019

    Adventurous One, Who Might You Become?

    Truth is, I wasn’t always the best mother. In some ways it is amazing he and I made it out alive.
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    Motorcycle Diary
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • May 16, 2019

    Motorcycle Diary

    “God saved you once, I don’t know that you’ll get another chance.” But I let the screen door slam behind me, invincible.
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    In Naive Agreement
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Apr 25, 2019

    In Naive Agreement

    Mom loved the idea that, if I married Finn, I might not only get married in the Catholic church, but she’d also have Catholic grandchildren.
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    You Don't Bring Me Flowers
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Mar 7, 2019

    You Don't Bring Me Flowers

    “If they don’t bring you flowers when you’re dating them, then they definitely won’t when you marry them."
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    On Giving My Maxx
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Feb 21, 2019

    On Giving My Maxx

    I’d never been fired before. I was a good student. I worked hard. And there I was, looking for a payphone under the Grand Opening sign.
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    America's Next Top Black and Decker Hand Model
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Jan 31, 2019

    America's Next Top Black and Decker Hand Model

    With all that experience holding power tools, I never learned the cardinal rule to unplug them before touching their sharp mechanisms.
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    The Acorn Assassin
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Oct 25, 2018

    The Acorn Assassin

    When I was eleven, I almost killed all of the children in my neighborhood.
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    Musings on Massages, Make-up and Manicures
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Sep 20, 2018

    Musings on Massages, Make-up and Manicures

    “Why would you pay someone to clip your nails?” my mother questioned when I told her about my first manicure.
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    The Domino Effect
    by Suzanne Weerts (as shared at Story Salon on
    • Aug 30, 2018

    The Domino Effect

    I literally missed the train by one croissant from the breakfast buffet stuffed in my purse, one glance back and a hand heart directed at...
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    Guns and Gravel
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Jun 22, 2018

    Guns and Gravel

    Hidden in the drawer alongside spicy mothballs, my father had a gun! Was he a secret agent or something?
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    The Unbearable Bear Paw Resort
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • May 27, 2018

    The Unbearable Bear Paw Resort

    I’ll go. To keep the peace, I’m going to go. But I am angry at the cavalier way the decision is handed down.
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    To Tattoo or Not To Tattoo?
(That is the Question)
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Apr 19, 2018

    To Tattoo or Not To Tattoo? (That is the Question)

    My daughter wants us to get matching tattoos. It is sweet, really, that a twenty year-old wants to have a body part that looks the same...
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    Tom Girl
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Jan 26, 2018

    Tom Girl

    Every time I got up to bat, the coach would say, “Let it hit you!” so I could get on base before I struck out.
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    Counting Blessings: A Letter to My Mother
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Dec 10, 2017

    Counting Blessings: A Letter to My Mother

    I taught myself to count my blessings as I drifted off to sleep, the way you counted yours even when your challenges seemed insurmountable.
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    Encyclopedia A's
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Nov 30, 2017

    Encyclopedia A's

    The Encyclopedia salesmen all did something that forever changed the trajectory of my academic knowledge.
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    Little Miss Innocent Sugar Me
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Oct 19, 2017

    Little Miss Innocent Sugar Me

    I wish I’d been able to crawl out of my skin and be anywhere but in that conference room.
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    Medicine Man
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Oct 19, 2017

    Medicine Man

    Amani, the medicine man’s home was part shack part tree house. He sat on a wooden rocking chair under a guava tree, clearly stoned.
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    Bye Bye Broadway
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Sep 28, 2017

    Bye Bye Broadway

    Chita Rivera was a fiery Latina woman and I was a freckle faced fourteen year-old fantasist who had yet to sing a single one of my songs.
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    The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Aug 28, 2017

    The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

    Bill says every time her hears Roberta Flack on the radio his eyes well with tears as he remembers the girl in green at the dinner party.
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    T-Shirt
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Aug 3, 2017

    T-Shirt

    I can’t say that I fully appreciated the insanity of giving your daughter such a billboard to wear across her slowly developing chest.
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    Cotton Baller
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Jun 22, 2017

    Cotton Baller

    Please choose me. Please choose me. PLEASE CHOOSE ME! I frantically screamed over and over in my head.
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    Complexity
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • May 18, 2017

    Complexity

    I quickly became quite the connoisseur, easily identifying the nuanced notes of difference between Tickle Pink and Sun Peach Pink...
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    June Lake
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Feb 25, 2017

    June Lake

    It doesn’t matter where you go or what you have. What matters is who you have beside you.
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    Deliberations of a Distracted Democrat
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Feb 2, 2017

    Deliberations of a Distracted Democrat

    After time, I noticed that thinking critically began to mean being critical. On the bright side, I now have a soft spot for George W Bush.
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    Good Girl Gone Somewhat Bad
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Jan 19, 2017

    Good Girl Gone Somewhat Bad

    “That’ll teach you to break the rules young lady.” What it taught me was to hide things more effectively.
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    The Blue Balloon
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Dec 9, 2016

    The Blue Balloon

    I want to have faith that this woman who is indelibly tied to my soul has not entirely disappeared in that single, simple gasp.
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    The Price of Love and Toilet Paper
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Dec 5, 2016

    The Price of Love and Toilet Paper

    The boy knelt before the girl on the bow of the ship, sweating in his tuxedo, the Long Beach cityscape a sparkling backdrop for the...
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    The Cow and The Birds
    by Suzanne Weerts
    • Nov 10, 2016

    The Cow and The Birds

    I peel open my eyes to see the sun block by birds diving right at me, surrounding me in a crazy Alfred Hitchcockian cacophony of wings.
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