Articles by Susan Moorhead

I glanced in the rear view mirror as I shiftedinto reverse, something bid me look again beforestepping on the gas. A round cheerful face [...]

My Twitter feed seems to be a longlist of people saying they have lost their mother, their brother or sister, their father, their [...]

If you hold a sparrowin the cup of your hand,a found one, stunnedby the smash of glassthat was window not sky,forever after, when you see [...]

It takes so little to enter the green world. It asks nothing of you, willing to hold youwithout fear or division as you wander in. Stand [...]

She pries back the lid of an old take-out food container and reveals him, mottled, dark and damp; he hisses. She speaks to him calmly, my [...]

Snow melting on the buried lawns, only 8:00 a.m.  and it’s twenty degrees warmer than yesterday.   The black road is [...]

My daughter catches toads on summer nights when they fill the street in front of her house. When rain creates rivers of glistening light [...]

If you couldn’t sleep, chances are you would find my mother in the kitchen at 3 A.M. with a cup of hot chocolate or maybe a cool [...]