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A Slice of my Life is my take on two teenagers, one husband and a whole slew of critters. Life around here is never boring!
Shaun (also referred to as my Beloved): Computer Nerd, WoW Geek and all around Nice Guy. (although sometimes I have to wonder if he's really just a 12 year old boy trapped in a 40 something year old man's body)
Kt-The Teenager: Our oldest daughter, college student, vegan, volunteer, high achiever with a goofy side.
Mimi-The Feisty Redhead: Still our baby girl, high school junior, Drama Queen, artistic and culinary inclined.
And then there’s me, Susan The one who adores them all! I hope you enjoy all the antics that go on in our little slice of the web.
That’s So Yesterday
Author Archives: Susan
I had ever intention of blogging everyday, but that just wasn’t happening due to incredibly frustrating technical difficulties and just plain being busy climbing mountains! If you are interested in my story, I’d suggest checking out my Instagram page <a … Continue reading
Susan and I arrived at Heathrow yesterday afternoon. It always amazes me how exhausting it is to travel even if you are mostly just sitting. My Partner-in-Crime insisted that the best way to adjust ourselves to local time was to … Continue reading
One would think that it would be a fairly simple process to start blogging again. Just a bit of time at the keyboard, struggling to write a somewhat interesting story, do a quick scan for grammar, spelling and any other … Continue reading
A little over a year ago, my friend Susan, who lives in San Diego, called me, as she often does. She had read an article in her local newspaper about something called the Coast to Coast Trail in England. She … Continue reading
Note: This is a repost from November 10, 2011 It seems apt to post it today. When I was about twelve or thirteen, one of my girl friends and I were allowed to take the city bus to Third Avenue. … Continue reading
When I was a young girl, I had come to the conclusion that the magical changing of the leaf colors in autumn was due to the work of an elusive woodland elf. In my mind, his name was Henry. He, … Continue reading
I suppose I should admit that I wasn’t always interested in plants. In fact, I did my very best to be somewhere, anywhere, else all those weekend mornings that my dad held reveille at the crack of dawn. Dad had … Continue reading
My fingers have been itching. They want to write again. I look at them and remind them that there’s no time to sit and simply write for the sheer joy of writing. Then I pause a moment, and wonder at … Continue reading