By Kelly Luker Review by Susa Silvamarie Private Eye for the Bad Guy by Kelly Luker is a memoir that reads like exciting fiction. In prose that is clear, precise, understated, and fascinating, Luker describes her experience of the uneven and often contradictory relationship between law and justice. Her dryly humorous view can get a reader
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Her Ashes In My Hands By Susa Silvermarie I stand here in the roar of the sea and the cold blow of autumn with her ashes in my hands. Her ashes, hers, in a carved box. How can she be in a box. I stand here on the bluff at dusk, under a sky
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Buennota By Susa Silvermarie “Buenota, la Gloriosa told herself, for she found herself very good.” from Luis Alberto Urrea’s House of Broken Angels Buenota, I told myself, for I found myself very bad. Bad was good, and the parents had no idea when they made me read this book that I was the spittin’
A WORLD THAT WORKS—For Everybody (A talk delivered at Ajijic Women’s March 2018) By Susa Silvermarie On January 21 last year, women of all ages and walks of life took to the streets, five million strong on all seven continents. Today marks a continuation of the work of changing the world—each of us one
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To Go On Her Way By Susa Silvermarie Dorothy is lying on her side unable to speaksince her stroke three weeks ago.The bedrail is down, my chair drawn close.We are eye to eye.Dorothy managed apartments all her life.This once independent woman never married,has no family to protect herfrom medical meddling. Tomorrow,the nursing home physician
The Gift Of The Pause By Susa Silvermarie Today my sister spoke of getting up from her kitchen lunch counter after eating part of a meal, pausing the eating process to put her attention on something else. She shared how, upon returning to her plate, it was easy to have clear awareness of further
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Conchita at Lakeside Every day she pushes two hand-trucks loaded with tapetes and blankets and bolsas, one at a time down the cobblestone street to a grove of trees by the lake. She unties the huge plastic bundles and strings those ropes as clotheslines from tree to tree in the grove, using only
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