Susan Waterwyk

“Talk about a cliffhanger!” My husband stood by the arcadia door to the back deck looking out on the night.

I was in the kitchen washing the dinner dishes and glancing out my window. A late-Spring rainstorm in the Sierra Nevada was bending the tall trees with its fierce wind and sending volleys of raindrops to hammer the glass panes. “What do you mean, ‘cliffhanger’?” I dried my hands on a towel a Read more of this blog post »