Blog Posts for Susan Browne

To Lamo Credenza

Susan Browne — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 10:48:56 -0600

I was upset by your review

Of my book on Amazon

Until I realized you'll be dead

In a few years like me

So we have a lot in common,

Including we're both

Living in a Tree House, The World's Immense Green Light My Company

Susan Browne — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 14:12:52 -0600

In late spring, I move out of Maureen and J.B.'s house. I find a studio apartment on the second floor of a house on Fourth Street. My floor of the building is nestled in the branches of two oak tr

King of the Mountain

Susan Browne — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 10:49:47 -0600

My father left a message on my answering machine the other day: "Ed died. My best friend is gone."

Ed and my father met in the second grade. They were friends for 78 years. Yesterd

My Hair

Susan Browne — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 12:42:27 -0600

A few years back, my husband Kenneth put a ban on hair-talk. He was right. I talked way too much about it for awhile. About five years of a while.

In Crested Butte

Susan Browne — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 13:18:44 -0600

Loneliness took me on many journeys.

When It Doesn't Work

Susan Browne — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 11:40:43 -0600

A few weeks ago, my wireless connection stopped working. The router was "unavailable," or so the little red hat said in the tool bar on the lower edge of the screen. The little hat is gr

On Spruce Street

Susan Browne — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 12:21:19 -0600

Back in Chico, Jack and I rent a house and fight in it. Jack isn't much of a fighter, but I can cause enough conflict for both of us. The central argument: money.

In Santa Barabara, A Pork Chop in the Aquarium

Susan Browne — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 11:30:05 -0600

That night, after we went to bed, Jack found out how sick I really was. I woke up sweating, my head splitting with pain. Jack took my temperature, 104. He drove me to the hospital. There I fin

In Santa Barbara (Moving on from Eleventh Street)

Susan Browne — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 12:03:42 -0600

Jack and I decided to move to Santa Barbara. It was more my idea than his. It was completely my idea. I wanted to get back to my roots, the beach. I wanted a change. I wanted to stop working

On Eleventh Street

Susan Browne — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 12:01:49 -0600

About a year after I divorced my first husband, I met Jack. I was working in what was called a "fern bar" in Chico. La Salles was designed after Henry Africa's in San Francisco. Henry