

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 29


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


You May Be Right, I May Be Crazy
I jumped out of the car and rushed into the house as soon as we got home from mass. I flew up the staircase and leaped over my bed,...
by Suzanne Weerts
Oct 2, 2024


Under The Influence
As far back as I can remember, I had one very specific goal: True love’s first kiss.
by Suzanne Weerts
Sep 26, 2024


TWELVE STEPS
“So, girls, how did it go?” she asked.
“Well, we learned a lot,” we said. And that was the truth.
by Suzanne Weerts
Sep 13, 2024


Pain and Novocaine
Our scars are songs written on our skin, singing their mournful or joyous melodies through their lingering marks.
by Suzanne Weerts
Sep 5, 2024


Spin The Bottle
This was where you decided if you were going to be a Sandy or a Rizzo.
by Suzanne Weerts
Aug 15, 2024








































































































