“This coronavirus pandemic… has heightened my awareness that now, more than ever, we need to make the most of everything we’ve got.”
Suzannah Gail Collins
I am the author of a poetry chapbook, I Will Meet You at the River, (as Suzannah Gilman) the mother of four adults, frequent traveler, and a licensed attorney who represented victims of domestic violence under a grant from the U.S. Dept. of Justice Office on Violence Against Women. My poetry, essays, fiction, and nonfiction have in such in such publications as The Florida Review, Pearl Magazine, Calyx Journal, Green Hills Literary Lantern, Pearl Magazine, Prick of the Spindle, Slow Trains, The Cafe Review, and The Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry, and I have recently begun competing in flash fiction slams, winning every one I’ve competed in. Twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize for my poetry, I now concentrate on blogging for The Gloria Sirens and writing fiction.
*Note: This was written on March 10. A lot has changed in a week. Long before COVID-19, I practiced social distancing. In fact, I practice self-isolation most of the time now, […]
I got into raising monarchs by accident, but once I saw the many threats to this not-quite-endangered species, I purposely set about learning all I could to help keep their population healthy […]
Gloria Steinem says women reach a special place when we reach middle age where we can be who we used to be, only better. It’s that place where we were before hormones began driving us off course with worry, insecurity, and self-consciousness. It’s that place where we channel our giddy inner child. It’s the place where the worry, insecurity, and self-consciousness fall away and we feel free to express ourselves in whatever way we choose—in the way we dress, the things we do, and the people we surround ourselves with. She says that we can return to our teen years (minus the kind of hormones that turned our worlds upside down) and fly our freak flags. Or at least we might paint our nails blue. Or dance like no one’s watching– even though we know they are.
it’s funny how you go out and find poetry when you’re not even looking for it you’re just living and breathing and hearing and reading and it forms like the skin on […]
“…that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love.” William Wordsworth, from “Tintern Abbey” I was asleep in the aisle seat on […]
“If you marry an older man, one day you’ll be married to an old man,” a woman I met several years ago told me. She’d been married for nearly three decades to […]
I’m writing this as Notre Dame burns. I’m overwhelmed by sadness and stunned by disbelief. I still have gratitude. Everyone has their own stories about Notre Dame. This is mine. The first […]
Today, December 24, I have 24 monarch butterfly chrysalises, one of which is about to eclose and become a #ChristmasEveButterfly any minute now. Today, I released three butterflies. Within five days, there should be a dozen more new butterflies– and then nine more butterflies after that. And that’s only what I have indoors.
It’s officially winter. At some point, this has to stop, right?
I’m not going to make any New Year’s Resolutions this year. Do you want to know why? Because more than a month ago, I said I was going to stop raising monarch […]