Sue Duff

I am a writer who pays the bills as a speech-language pathologist in an inner city school district in Colorado. I have a grown son and an octogenarian miniature dachshund who is perfectly happy to sleep at my feet until she wakes up and realizes she's being ignored or can't remember where her food dish resides.

Posts by Sue Duff

Nature’s Trespasser

Nature has a way of mocking me. In my defense, cialis generic it’s a really busy time of year for me. I won’t bore you with the details – I don’t dare get started – but to get to the point, I lose track of time every spring. You’d think the change of seasons would […]

Dedication to Family and Craft

I bought a new kitchen gadget, yeah I know, what a shock. In my defense it does what four of my old, on-their-last-leg appliances do, so in the big picture I’ll be saving kitchen cupboard space once I toss or sell the others at a garage sale. Anticipation nearly bowled me over because it arrived […]

A Cook’s Guide to Writing – Even the Cook Burns Out

My dog tires of the same bagged, dry food and snorts in disgust preferring to whine and beg at my heels for the human equivalent. Lately, she’s chosen to sniff out a neighbor’s kitchen with better prospects. Luring her back with moldy cheese no longer works. My family knew when to make dinner-hour plans away from […]

A Cook’s Guide to Writing – Everyone Burns Their Hand

Writer’s block is like a cook that’s burnt their hand. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve cooked, if you’re a five-star chef or if you are a novice. Eventually every cook burns their hand. It won’t matter how you burnt it, what you burnt it on or who you can blame. You’ve burnt your hand […]

A Cook’s Guide to Writing – A Different Bowl Doesn’t Make It Different

Aunt Marie will recognize her Jell-O salad even if you did add colored marshmallows to it and used a software program to create custom recipe cards. Your mini pastel additions won’t fool anyone other than Heather picking them out and plopping them in her mouth with sea green fingers. Given that she’s a five year […]

3-Day Rule

When I worked in the hospital, a neurologist once told me there was a 3-day rule for stroke patients. The most dramatic spontaneous recovery would be by the third day. Snickers is proof that the rule also applies to old dogs. By Friday night, she greeted me with a wag in her tail and her […]

Older Than Dirt

Grunts and wheezes from the kitchen prompted me to roll my eyes and I kicked myself for letting Snickers lick out the bowl from my dinner prep. Too late, I forgot that I had red pepper flakes in the recipe. No doubt their heat had snaked up her nose or down her throat and I […]

Who’s the Old Dog?

My beloved dog has finally caught up to me. It’s a sad day. She kept her puppy spirit for most of her fifteen years and up until recently, she’d meet me at the door with a toy in her mouth, a racing tail and grunts and whines that were unmistakable squeals of joy. When her […]

A Cook’s Guide to Writing – If It’s Too Spicy, Smile & Serve It Anyway

Not everyone can take the heat but if they get a taste, or mouthful, of something they have a hard time swallowing, don’t apologize. It’s okay to burn someone’s mouth and add color to their cheeks. It’s a sure sign that they experienced something, perhaps profound, or that they tasted something they never thought they […]

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