Author Archives: Suzanne S. Johnson
Doorway
I believe that good things can grow where there once was dry ground. As long as a man has one breath left in him, there can be renewal. There is always hope… I have Stood too long In … Continue reading
Paths and Borders
I worked in my garden today and realized I wasn’t finished with my previous blog, Weeds and Roots (http://fortylives.com/2013/05/12/weeds-and-roots/). My wildflower garden has gotten a little too wild these days – a victim of neglect by its gardener. Last week, … Continue reading
Weeds and Roots
I have a neglected wildflower garden. It can be beautiful as long as it’s maintained. All I really need to do is keep the weeds out and prune some of the plants. But right now, my garden needs some tender … Continue reading
Presence
I remember the hostage situation at a Russian school in 2004. Devastating. Three agonizing days, followed by hundreds of deaths. Just under 200 children died in the massacre. I was derailed. It was difficult for me to function for weeks … Continue reading
Sandy Hook
Somewhere There is a Child Who saw Blood and Death When he Should have seen Miracles Hopes And the Elf on the Shelf Melt in this Reality How do we Tell him Santa will bring Toys When friends are Gone … Continue reading
Complicated
Thanksgiving has become complicated. At last count, we were expecting 32 for dinner at our house. It’s a family reunion of sorts – and I come from a large family. The food will be delicious. My mom’s cornbread dressing rivals … Continue reading
Live in Love
I was reminded tonight – over dinner with a friend – to live in love rather than fear. I’ve got the living in fear down pat. Or rather living in the scenarios I create in my mind. What might happen. … Continue reading
Kindergarten and the Parthenon
Today was Ethan’s first day of kindergarten. And my big boy was excited, happy, enthusiastic, and proud – all the things I could hope for my child on this day. His eyes shone with anticipation as he got dressed and … Continue reading
Daddy
About 362 days a year, I’m fine. But every now and then, I miss my Daddy. Deeply, fiercely. And – like tonight – it usually blindsides me. I was on Facebook tonight and saw a post from my brother-in-law that … Continue reading
Help
I was reminded today that we are here to help each other. My husband re-posted a link on Facebook which has now mysteriously disappeared. Someday I will figure out Facebook. Someday the decision-makers at Facebook will use their powers for … Continue reading