Suzanne Freeman

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    I began making photos, suddenly and unexpectedly, in 2005, when a dear friend was diagnosed with cancer. Making photos help me to fill temporal-spatial, psycho-social holes and, on rare good days, to […]

  • I had long been convinced that destiny had intended me to be born and bred in Italy. Instead, I grew up in suburban Chicago. In September 2008 I set out to rectify fate’s error. Together with my husband Bill and o […]

  • Risa Eccles, thirty-nine weeks pregnant, sat in her car, furious at Dr. LaSalle for being an asshole, at Paul for having the kind of job that made him seem like a degenerate, at herself for thinking that […]

  • Trudy wrote a new post 7 years, 7 months ago

    Okay, maybe not exactly saved it, but at least shored it up.

    Let me tell you how.

    My husband and I married in the late 70’s, back when our generation was all about living simply, off the land and off the g […]

  • Trudy wrote a new post 7 years, 7 months ago

    Soundtrack 3 (1964)
    It’s a cold February day. My parents and I are visiting Saint James School to decide if I will go there in the fall. I am in the ninth grade at Sligo Junior High School; I am lost there b […]

  • California Girls was the lyric that bumped the bass held together by a woman’s sweet, altered, voice that tasted like vanilla but left a burn like bottom shelf vodka; and Elsie Malabago loved to hear this s […]

  • I like games. I like cooperative, team-building games in particular.

    Here is a game called Midnight Adventure that I played in competition with several teams:
    A group of five people (my team) worked together […]

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    Before surgery, before the bones are set, and while blood flows from Jacob Randolph in quick rivulets, Agi is there. She is the nurse on duty when he is wheeled through the doors of the ER. She witnesses […]

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    Twisting. Turning. Twirling. Swirling. Slipping. Sliding. Gliding. Falling. Soaring. Flying free.

    The magic of carnival rides, animals and the whistle of a circus calliope are evoked like silver […]

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    Images come in my imagination, either imposed by impressions from the movies, music or theater or by simple communication with another person. Some think my works are based on literature, but this is not […]

  • “Period. New Paragraph,” the mother of a good friend of mine used to announce when changing subjects—sometimes mid-sentence.

    It’s a good rule for life in general, though. I believe in changing your m […]

  • I’ve lived way out in the country for a little over a year and, with the exception of an inability to have food delivered, I have no complaints. There is something weird about the house though: the r […]

  • Just another one of those, he’d say to himself when it all got really annoying and he was trying to talk himself down a little. And we know just how to take care of things like that. He’d say this to him […]

  • Rose, you are a woman after my own heart! I had never encountered the term biophilia, but I’ve heard the concept espoused many times before.

  • A while ago I went with one of my nieces to get matching semicolon tattoos. This was remarkable for a variety of reasons:

    1. I was 56.

    2. Years before, when my eldest daughter came home from college […]

  • Trudy wrote a new post 7 years, 9 months ago

    As a retired college English professor, I much enjoy editing manuscripts part-time. Clients find me via a University of Virginia website called Professors as Writers, a service intended for UVA faculty and grad […]

  • Being disowned by your family is often an integral part of the queer experience. It’s a common story that I find is meticulously avoided in popular, escapist/pulp media—an effect of heterosexism that erases and d […]

  • A year after the car accident that orphaned Nick, the Bishops picked him up from his grandmother’s for a weekend at Fallen Tree Lake. Saddened by his circumstances, the financier and his wife had taken to […]

  • Mathina, I don’t relate, but I can empathize. From my alternate experience: “…precisely what is lacking in the social media world: loss of connection.” So… different but related: […]

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