

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.
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.
by Suzanne Weerts
Oct 19, 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.
by Suzanne Weerts
Sep 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.
by Suzanne Weerts
Aug 28, 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.
by Suzanne Weerts
Aug 3, 2017


Cotton Baller
Please choose me. Please choose me. PLEASE CHOOSE ME! I frantically screamed over and over in my head.
by Suzanne Weerts
Jun 22, 2017


Complexity
I quickly became quite the connoisseur, easily identifying the nuanced notes of difference between Tickle Pink and Sun Peach Pink...
by Suzanne Weerts
May 17, 2017


June Lake
It doesn’t matter where you go or what you have. What matters is who you have beside you.
by Suzanne Weerts
Feb 25, 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.
by Suzanne Weerts
Feb 2, 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.
by Suzanne Weerts
Jan 19, 2017








































































































