WHITNEY HOUSTON DEAD

I am 48. I am a Recovering Addict. I am Fragile... I am a teacher...
She was 48. She was sick. She was Fragile...
Let Whitney be a teacher as well.
Need I say more?

My heart aches... R.I.P. Whitney xoxoxoxox
Hugs, Sue

Honesty... It's a Policy

We're taught to make amends for our wrongdoings -- and live our lives with kindness and honesty. I question, "Is honesty really the best policy?"

My mom always told me, "Susan, if you don't have anything nice to say. Don't say anything at all." With the exception of my critical self-analysis, I've tried to live my life that way. But am I wrong?

Are there degrees of honesty? Does it depend on the person or scenario?
When should we be honest?

What are your thoughts?
Hugs, Sue

SPECIAL REQUEST TO MY FRIENDS & READERS... I'm looking for a few readers to be honest about the first chapter of my book (It's very short -- 12 or so pages). I had a family member read it and said it was great. But that's family. I need an objective opinion.
Let me know in a comment, if you're interested in helping out.

Give up, giving up...

I am honored to report I made it to the Quarerfinals of the Bluecat Screenwriting Competition. Whoo!

No, I didn't write JAWS - that was the great Peter Benchley. And Steven something or other, directed the movie. I just liked the picture - lollll.
Okay, I'm not going to be shopping for knock-off designer red carpet dresses any time soon. But it sure does feel good working on something, without giving up.

Well... that's not entirely true. I almost gave up or what I fondly call pulled a "Sue", but I perserved. I'd like to give someone credit for mentoring me or pushing me to follow through, but it was all me this time. Or was it? Keep it real, Sue...

Can you share any time you were about to give up, but something or someone kept you going?

Hugs, Sue

I know it's been over a year, but I'm Back... Ready, Set... Share!

All work and no play makes Susie a verrrrry dull girl.

I was checking out at the supermarket the other day, near the gum, beef jerky and tabloid magazines. And there she was -- Amy Whinehouse. I made a comment... "That poor thing - so sad she didn't get it on time."

The woman behind me took offense. She said, "I'm so sick of hearing about these celebrity addicts. When someone dies overseas in the war, they don't get this much attention. We rarely hear about it."

Being a recovering addict, I jumped to Whinehouse's defense and immediately replied, "It's apples and oranges... You can't compare the two." I backed up my opinion by claiming these reports can worthwhile, even if it sways one person to get help.

When I got in my car, the woman's comment haunted me. Was she right? I thought?

What's your opinion?