Category: Suzannah’s Voice

Highly Combustible

What do you get when you combine 200 miles of Florida road, a hocked typewriter, a 1971 Pinto, sudden dashes à la Emily Dickinson, an unlit baseball field, a bicycle race, two broken hearts, and a whole lotta Bondo? Something highly combustible, of course.

Caution: Bitch at Work

Glancing at the clock, I finally interrupted the men around the conference table, who had been jabbering when we had important issues on the agenda. The meeting was at my firm’s office, and I was responsible for running a productive meeting.

“Okay, there will be enough time for all of that later. Let’s get down to business,” I said.

The men all turned to me and glared. They hushed, but they exchanged looks with one another as if to say “What a bitch.”

Front Seat

by Suzannah Gilman   My mother’s mother lies on this bed. She sways her head and mumbles, eyes blank as buttons. I hold her hand, recite The Lord’s Prayer, which she taught […]