The Suburban Newspaper

The Suburban Newspaper

The following articles have been published in The Suburban Newspaper at www.thesuburban.com.
My Column is called: Living in the Now

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Published on October 8, 2018
Published on October 15, 2015
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Published on October 7, 2018

See Beyond the Sight

See Beyond the Sight

At the end of one of my creative writing workshops, a student got up from her chair, stretched and said, “Ahhhhhh! That felt like I was meditating!” Her comment took me by surprise! Students say many things to me after a class or workshop. Mostly, they ask questions about the course materials and content. This was the first time a student compared a creative writing workshop to meditation.

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Published on September 27, 2018
Published on October 8, 2017
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Published on September 23, 2018
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Published on September 13, 2018
Published on September 10, 2017
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Published on September 9, 2018
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Published on August 27, 2018
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Published on August 13, 2018
Published on August 6, 2017

I’m Old(er)

I’m Old(er)

I used to be able to work in the garden all day. I still work in the garden, but I need to take into consideration my achy back and stiffer knees. I also need to eat, drink and pee more often. Now, I cover my skin entirely to prevent sun damage and skin spots. I usually stop my gardening activity when my back can no longer tolerate the bending over. BECAUSE I’M OLD! It’s getting easier to say it.

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Published on August 12, 2018
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Published on July 30, 2018
Published on September 24, 2017
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Published on August 3, 2018

It Could Always Be Worse

It Could Always Be Worse

During a gorgeous hot summer night, I was out walking with a couple of girlfriends.  While walking the girls started to vent! To vent means to get the steam out. To discuss everything that is causing psychological, emotional, or physical distress. In some cases, venting may cause your arms to swing, feet to stomp, voices to yell, and hair to be pulled.  Actually, it may look like a visual display of madness.

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Published on July 16, 2018
Published on July 21, 2016

Gotta Get a Green Thumb

Gotta Get a Green Thumb

Everyone has a special talent within them. It might take years to uncover it, but it’s definitely there. The key is to unlock your talent and utilize it to its maximum potential.  When I was younger, I didn’t know I would be a writer. I knew that I needed to write in my diary every day.  I didn’t know this passion would become a profession. It took years for my writing seed to germinate and grow. I suppose the seed was always there inside of me. I just needed to harness and develop it.  Some people have innate talents, which are completely a part of their landscape. No lessons are required to hone their skills — they just got it!

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Published on July 3, 2018

I Found Myself

I Found Myself

I wasn’t a lost person, always looking for themselves.  I knew who I was early on.  I felt connected to my world and work quite quickly.  However, now I would love to talk to my 20-year-old self and say, “Hey, it’s ok to say NO – often.  It’s ok not to agree.  It’s ok that people won’t like you for being you. It’s ok to be independent.  It’s ok to live along your own path even if it’s unpopular.  It’s ok to simply be you!”

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Published on July 2, 2018
Published on July 25, 2017

The Profession Which Pays in LOVE

The Profession Which Pays in LOVE

And… What profession am I talking about? How do you get paid in LOVE? Is actual LOVE the currency? Am I talking about matchmaking?  Am I talking about a form of Professional Love?  Also… What type of love am I referring to? The love people have for each other, or for animals, or for inanimate objects?  Tell me! Which profession pays in love?

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Published on June 18, 2018
Published on June 25, 2017

Rain is Hope

Rain is Hope

During the winter, many people complain about the cold temperatures, the snow, and the ice. I think I am one of the few people who love winter. Perhaps, complaining in general is non-stop. I constantly hear, “It’s so damn cold. The wind is a killer. I can barely walk from all the ice. I just can’t seem to warm up.  Alas Spring!!!! I think the complaining season has come to an end…

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Published on June 17, 2018

Diabetes fundraising effort a tribute to friends

Diabetes fundraising effort a tribute to friends

Hampstead resident and Suburban columnist, author and educator Suzanne Reisler Litwin has also been working tirelessly — for 35 years — to help find a cure for T1D through fundraising. She was inspired to do so when two of her teen friends, brothers, were diagnosed with the disease. “When I think about the day it’s deemed cured, I can’t imagine a greater feeling of success.”

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Published on June 1, 2018

The Random Occurrence of Wonderful

The Random Occurrence of Wonderful

The other morning I woke up to the sound of ticking on my bathroom window. Tick, tick, tick, tick … Stop … Again, tick, tick, tick, tick … Stop. Again and again, the same ticking sound and then it would stop.  This pattern repeated for about five minutes.  I rolled over in my bed and tried to go back to sleep. I assumed it was a squirrel running about.

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Published on May 21, 2018
Published on June 11, 2017

What is Real Beauty?

What is Real Beauty?

Apricots! Oh, how I love apricots!!! My love for apricots developed around 35 years ago. I was around 20 years old. That summer, I went to Israel to work and tour the country. The group trip was called, “Experience Israel”. During the first part of the trip we lived and worked on a Kibbutz in the Negev Dessert. During the second part of the trip we toured Israel.

I worked on a Kibbutz for about a month. We woke up every morning at 4 a.m. The air was cool at 4:30 a.m. We were told to pick the fruits which looked colour filled and unripe. We were told to only eat the fruits which were ripe, but not to eat too many. If we ate too many, our best friend would be the toilet!

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Published on May 20, 2018
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Published on October 30, 2017
Published on October 16, 2016