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Susan Browne's Blog
July 29, 2010
- My first memory is of drowning. I was three years old. We lived in Long Beach, California, and my mother took my older sister and me to the beach nearly every day. I didn't know how to swim yet, but I was too young to know I didn't know how to swim, so I walked off over the dunes and into the ocean. The water was lovely. I sank. My diaper filled up with sea water and helped sink me like ...
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July 28, 2010
- I just returned from a long vacation in glorious Tahoe. My niece has a condo on King's Beach. Every summer, I stay there with my niece and two sisters, the Girls' Trip. This year, we had a blast and a half, kayaking, rafting, hiking, and getting in trouble at the Lone Eagle Bar at the Hyatt. I can't tell you what kind of trouble because our motto is, "What happens in Tahoe Stays in ...
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June 23, 2010
- My second book of poetry, Zephyr, is here!For more news and, of course, where to buy:http://www.steeltoebooks.com/books/62-zephyr.html
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June 16, 2010
- Dear Jack, We met in June, 1993, at the Bay Area Writer's Workshop. It was a three day poetry workshop, and I filled a notebook, writing down every word you said. I had read all of your books and understood, beyond intellectual understanding, your greatness with the written word. To be able to sit near you in a small room, with seven other writers, was one of the most passionate and ...
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June 13, 2010
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June 11, 2010
- The other day, I went for a walk at the Lafayette Reservoir, and among the bounties and beauties of nature I saw a man with his shirt off. He was about sixty years old with a healthy muffin top. His breasts flapped. They were approximately cup-size B. He said, "Hi," and I said, "Hello." He flashed a rakish grin. I wondered if he thought I might leap on him and roll ...
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June 10, 2010
- I love getting older. I'm thankful for the years. The glow of gratitude. This is the beauty of aging. I no longer think the world owes me anything, an idea that expired, kicking and screaming, when I was thirty-five. That's also when my mother died. I found out life will take everything from you, it's all going to go, and you can't take a thing with you, except maybe your bunions. ...
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May 26, 2010
- Luck, what do I think of it? I think we're lucky we're here. We didn't have to be here, but here we are. The earth didn't have to be here, either, but here it is, continuing to spin. So far, we haven't fallen out of the sky. The sun warms the world without rest or complaint. What luck. Luck has a harsh sound like a stone dropping on cement. Brief like our lives. But some of us go ...
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May 7, 2010
- My second book of poems, Zephyr, will be published in the fall, 2010. Recently, my editor sent me the cover of the book. The design is gorgeous. Earlier this year, I emailed him a photo to use, which I felt matched the overall theme. Wow. The cover knocked me out. I'm so excited about having another book in the world, I can hear The Pointer Sisters singing. Yes, this is flying. And ...
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April 6, 2010
- Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be twenty-eight. Plus thirty. Last night, my husband Kenneth took me out to dinner, (sushi at Kirala in Berkeley, a raw fish swoon. Protein fix, baby), then on to Gather, an organic restaurant, for an organic glass of vino. Don't you love Berkeley? I looked around the packed bar and said to Kenneth, "I'm older than everybody in this room, except ...
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April 2, 2010
- Today is my mother's 82nd birthday. She died twenty-two years ago. Where is she? In the April rain? In the warm sun soon to come? In the tulip? Easter Lilies. Mom, you loved those flowers.Long time, long time, long time ago, I was your daughter. I can't remember specifically what that was like anymore, to have a mother. Just glimpses that I've written down, imagined is more like ...
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March 18, 2010
- The great gift of winter is to make us love spring more. Daffodils, tulips, hyacinths, Easter Lilies. And the plum blossoms stun. Here's a poem from my book, Buddha's Dogs, for spring:Easter SundayThe lawn chair is plaid and coming apart,strips of the weave unweavingas I bask in the last of the sunlightI found by the door to the laundry room,beside the anonymous bush with the flowers ...
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March 11, 2010
- O those four long years of being stoned and parting my hair down the middle and stitching the armhole of my tie-dyed dress onto my lap in Home Ec. And the excitement of a real date, besides trying opium with Bob and Jeff on the railroad tracks behind the school: Rich Lane took me to see "2001, A Space Odyssey." We smoked a joint laced with horse tranquilizers on ...
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March 5, 2010
- I was born in 1952. Things have changed. I was sitting in my backyard yesterday in the end-of-winter sunlight musing on the many changes. Such as, you'd better not sit in the sun, even the winter sun, for more than two minutes, or your skin will fry off your face into the non-existent ozone. Some good changes have taken place, but here's a list of what I consider simply dreadful. 1. ...
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