Forty Thieves

365/365 The x365 Bloggers

susan365 — Fri, 19 Jan 2007 13:52:21 +0000

In these blogs I met a blue bird…a red ant…a green(ish) lady…and so many others. You became real one little entry at a time. You let us into your lives, past and present. Now you’re in mine. Keep in touch.

364/365 Tony

susan365 — Thu, 18 Jan 2007 14:09:33 +0000

“It’s no wonder I love coming here,” I said as Tony sang my name from the piano. Jazz rippled from his fingers and floated around the club, settling on his faithful fans like a blanket of Fourth of July sparklers.

363/365 Brent

susan365 — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 23:08:20 +0000

A Minnesota farmer who writes, Brent grows corn, wheat, soy, and sentences. He has 1200 acres, a website, a balky tractor, books, weather disasters, and a humorous, thought-provoking column that I read without fail. His travelogues (China, anyone?) are the best.

362/365 Tracy

susan365 — Tue, 16 Jan 2007 16:36:24 +0000

A dear online friend—a writer who works as an artist. I wrote a poem to an infant who died in utero, and Tracy wrote one back from him. It is my only communication from the brother I never had.

361/365 Maria

susan365 — Mon, 15 Jan 2007 15:20:28 +0000

Imagine a short, dark-haired roller derby queen with Martha Stewart inclinations: That was Maria in her youth. We were close, but I knew better than to cross her…or her dad. I remember a spaghetti dinner dripping from the wall.

360/365 Suandra

susan365 — Mon, 15 Jan 2007 00:00:39 +0000

Suandra was her screen name when we first met online. I got her started writing poetry—really! It seems so remarkable now because she’s become one of the most recognizable names in slam circles. Can you blame me for bragging?

359/365 Cara

susan365 — Sat, 13 Jan 2007 20:39:47 +0000

I found her, and she said she’d made a resolution to connect with her past, to be better about keeping in touch. Good news from a great friend. But resolve often weakens and frays. Thirty years later, I still hope.

358/365 Jennie and Ray

susan365 — Sat, 13 Jan 2007 04:33:26 +0000

As earthy as they are spiritual, as funny as they are wise. Totally, completely there for me when Jill died. Hard to believe they never met her in this life. I think it’s likely they knew her well in another.

357/365 Dr. P, psychiatrist

susan365 — Thu, 11 Jan 2007 18:13:58 +0000

He breezed in wearing his Armani-or-whatever suit and his Italian-or-whatever shoes, removed his Serengeti-or-whatever sunglasses, asked a few questions, ignored the answers, and dashed off some notes that could change the life of a child forever. Did he think, whatever…?

356/365 Clara

susan365 — Wed, 10 Jan 2007 16:22:16 +0000

Some people manage to seem young their entire lives; a few others bypass youth entirely. I met Clara when she was 23. Already she was an old peasant woman in spirit and appearance, apron and babushka the only things missing.