Author: Susan

I do this blog for PG audiences and another one for R audiences with Bae Bliss.

Father’s Day Hike

Posted in boyfriend, California, Father's Day, hiking, humor, memoir, nature, outdoors, relationships, trees, turkey vultures, worstLeave a comment

(re-run) Several years ago on Father’s Day, my three kids went to their dad’s for a barbeque, and I went on a late-day hike with my (now ex) boyfriend. He’s one of those guys who doesn’t believe in rules and always thinks his way is the best way. We took a hike on the west… Continue reading Father’s Day Hike

Why Are Birthdays Such a Big Deal?

Posted in Beatles, birthday, boyfriend, divorce, Flag Day, insurance, Machu Picchu, Nebraska, party, relationships, San Diego, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band2 Comments

(re=run) If you’re like me, you remember some of your birthdays, the really good ones and the really bad ones. The older you get, the more focused they become as the other ones fall away. Why are birthdays such a big deal?  Everyone has one every year, and we each share the date with millions… Continue reading Why Are Birthdays Such a Big Deal?

FOMO, YOLO, and YOYO

Posted in aging, attitude, best, birthday, blondes, California, caregiver, girlfriends, hiking, humor, memoir, music, relationships, summerLeave a comment

(re-run) You know summer has begun when you are constantly checking your email and calendar to make sure you’re not missing out on some live music that evening. Every town has its own series of music in the park. If you are willing to drive, you can hear it six evenings a week for free,… Continue reading FOMO, YOLO, and YOYO

Dance with Me, Young Jeremy

Posted in dancing, dating, humor, memoir, Nebraska, Omaha, relationships, restaurant, worstsLeave a comment

(re-run) Every dance bar in Omaha ended the night with its signature song. One bar closed with Last Dance by Donna Summer, another used Shout from the Blues Brothers movie (by the Isley Brothers) as its sign-off song. But my fave dance bar closed with the song New York, New York. It seemed an odd… Continue reading Dance with Me, Young Jeremy

Bicycles, Pedicures, and the Carpool Lane

Posted in bicycles, carpool, Costco, daughter, humor, pedicure, relationships, relatives, sonLeave a comment

(re-run) When your daughter comes to town for the week, your routine gets a shake-up. Instead of going out to find your fun, you find that it centers around your offspring, at least two of them. There are lunches, dinners, and more lunches. There are shopping trips and tubs of important papers to sort, that… Continue reading Bicycles, Pedicures, and the Carpool Lane

The Longest Day of my Life

Posted in antique, boyfriend, California, clueless, friends, memoir, moving, neighbors, relationships, school, Spanish, trucks1 Comment

(re-run) Today is the anniversary of the longest day of my life. Fourteen years ago, the movers showed up at 7:00 a.m. I had expected them at 8:00. They had a medium-sized truck. There was no way everything would fit. I had the Suburban and the Subaru, but they were already packed to the gills.… Continue reading The Longest Day of my Life

How to Teach your Puppy or Rescue to Play Ball

Posted in animal adoption, animal rescue, animal training, dogs, greenbelt, park1 Comment

(re-run) Put on a pair of pants with pockets. Fill your pockets with yummy treats torn into tiny pieces. You can use cooked chicken, pieces of cheese, or beef strips from Costco. Take your ball launcher or strong throwing arm and two balls. Take your puppy to the yard, park or green belt. Walk him… Continue reading How to Teach your Puppy or Rescue to Play Ball

Show Me the Numbers!

Posted in Baby Boomer, Beatriz at Dinner, family, gangs, generation, Guatemala, Hispanic, immigrants, immigration, majority, pension, Spanish, teacher, U.S. Census, wedding5 Comments

(re-run) At a recent wedding rehearsal dinner, I sat across from a well-off, pension-receiving white guy who started a conversation about immigration. Sorry for him that he did not know he was sitting across from a Spanish teacher/book author who has studied and followed Hispanic cultures for most of my life. And I’m old. To… Continue reading Show Me the Numbers!

The Thrill Gene

Posted in bears, bicycles, Big Sur, cars, cliffs, gene, mountain lion, Orinoco River, peer pressure, roller coasters, scuba dive, waterfalls, zip lineLeave a comment

(re-run) I have never liked roller coasters. I puke on the teacups ride. I don’t like to dive, and I brake hard on steep hills on my bicycle. I have figured out that I don’t have the thrill gene. Of my three children, one of them has it. She likes to scuba dive and ride… Continue reading The Thrill Gene