by Susan Call | Jun 13, 2017 | Susan's Blog
I sat across from my dad, parked in a wheel chair in the middle of my parent’s living room. This wasn’t the norm. Until that day he had used a cane or a walker to get around. That day was different. He fought to keep his eyes open, despite wanting to visit. I clicked...
by Susan Call | Mar 21, 2017 | Susan's Blog
“You want to find one like this,” my dad said as he reached down and picked up a smooth stone. He glanced out at the still waters of the lake before he flicked his wrist and sent the stone gliding across the top of the glassy surface. The stone sent a series of...
by Susan Call | Nov 29, 2016 | Susan's Blog
My hope was fading. I had stepped into my dad’s old workshop eager to find one of his old tools that I could use. I had recently taken up making sea glass jewelry and thought it would be special to find something of dad’s to use with this new venture. Ever since...
by Susan Call | Jan 12, 2016 | Susan's Blog
Have you ever watched an old polaroid picture develop? I know, I’m dating myself… but there’s something magical about watching the small black sheet slowly turn to shadows and shapes right before your eyes before turning into a picture or a memory that one day becomes...
by Susan Call | Sep 22, 2015 | Susan's Blog
We’re never going to get in, I thought as we joined the end of the extremely long line. In front of us blocks and blocks of people who apparently got in line long before us. It was supposed to be a day that could quench a little bit of my homesickness. I had been away...
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