“When my high school boyfriend dumped me for my best friend two weeks before the prom, my great aunt Maureen said: Dorothy dear, life is messy but love is messier. As usual she’d nailed it. Tonight I had to be… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“The turntable sounded like a good idea. One side for Act One, the other for Act Two. Passage of time. Life moving round and round…you know.” I’d been to rehearsal. It was more like life grinding to a halt every… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“It’s feels like zero out there!” Lola stamped her knee-high boots on the doormat, leaving bits of frozen slush to settle into its bristly… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“Just the usual. Aspirin, vitamin C, a shot of whiskey.” That last was my great aunt Maureen’s remedy for whatever ailed you. She usually… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“I heard the tinkle of the welcome bells above the restaurant entrance. Probably an out-of-towner who didn’t know that the restaurant was closed on… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“I had to order the supplies for the hot cider punch and—for those needing a touch of alcohol to make it through Walter’s reinvention… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“When my high school boyfriend dumped me for my best friend two weeks before the prom, my great aunt Maureen said: Dorothy dear, life… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“Despite the fact that I was warm inside my down jacket and scarf, I shivered. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“On the center island the remaining pans of Swamp Yankee Applesauce Cake batter were lined up like victims about to face a firing squad.” — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“The turntable sounded like a good idea. One side for Act One, the other for Act Two. Passage of time. Life moving round and… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“Never mind sipping mulled wine from a paper cup, I wanted to dunk my entire head in the punch bowl.” — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“Winter in Etonville, New Jersey was not for the faint of heart.” — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
