PinnedMember-onlyThrowback ThursdaySome of my funniest pieces all in one… — Comedy1 min readPhoto by Nick Morrison on UnsplashThrowback ThursdaySome of my funniest pieces all in one…----
PinnedMember-onlyAbout me — Susan McCorkindaleFirst up: McCorkindale is my stage name — Hi! I’m Susan McCorkindale. I’ve been writing since my parents gave me my first black and white composition notebook when I was about four. My work wasn’t any good, but that didn’t stop me from chasing them around the house trying to read it to them. Beyond being a writer and an author (I…Writing2 min read
Published in The Memoirist·6 days agoMember-onlyWarning: Pedicure-Free PiggiesTrust me, Frankenstein has nicer feet. — I have no business wearing open-toed shoes. Right this second, two of my toenails on my left foot have fallen off, and a third is threatening hoofer Hara-kiri as well. …Humor3 min read
Published in QuickTalk·6 days agoMember-onlyOuted by FacebookPosting at 4 a.m.’s not normal? — I’ve been outed by Facebook. How? Well, it seems my status updates of late have gotten lots of attention. Not for their wit, thank you very much, or for their frightening descriptions of life here on the freaky farm. …Humor3 min read
Published in The Haven·Jul 30Member-onlyPass the ProzacForget patience without a prescription — My book is out for review and I’m doing what I understand all new authors do (besides celebrate the fact that they can finally refer to themselves as authors): I’m waiting. What am I waiting for? For the reviews to come in. For some person I don’t know at some…Humor5 min read
Published in The Haven·Jul 16Member-onlyThe Girl’s Gone AWOLJust another chance to play cowpoke in my Pradas. — Now this is the reason I never let my husband leave the farm. As soon as he does, one or another of our barnyard beasts escapes, and I’m forced to play cowpoke in my Pradas. Of course this time it was a little different. The 1,800-pound cutie that pulled the…Humor3 min read
Published in The Memoirist·Jul 13Member-onlyMy Writing Schedule’s Gone to the DogsOr, more accurately, the puppy — My writing schedule’s gone to the dogs. Or to be specific, the puppy. The six-week-old, Golden Retriever puppy we got last weekend. Tug is my son’s. And mine. But guess who spends the lion’s share of the day chasing the Master Defecator from room to room? That’s right. Not my…Humor2 min read
Published in The Haven·Jul 11Member-onlySummer Vacation, Huh? For Who?Isn’t family time fabulous? — “Casey, you have breath cancer,” hissed my ten-year-old as his big brother burped right in the poor kid’s face. We’re in the car, on our way home from lunch after the little guy’s flag football game. My husband’s driving. I’m manning the music. …Humor4 min read
Published in QuickTalk·Jul 8Member-onlyGood Golly, Miss MarnieMy kid had plans to show her. I had plans to parmesan her. — I warned my younger son not to get too attached to Marnie, our Reuben-esque Cornish Rock hen. But did he listen? Not a chance. He said he had plans for that chicken. I said I did, too. He planned to show her. I planned to parmesan her. As it turns…Satire3 min read
Published in MuddyUm·Jul 5Member-onlyI Shot the SheriffBut I did not flush the Sea-Monkeys — Remember Sea-Monkeys? They came in a packet and you put them in water and, supposedly, they came alive. I was never really sure if they did or not because it seemed to take an awfully long time. …Satire4 min read
