The Story Factory

Susan Haven

  • Did I mention I’m a planner addict?

    When I was 8 years old, Santa (via my dad) brought me my first watch, a Timex that needed to be wound each day. As I wore it Christmas Day, my dad remarked that the watch was going to be helpful, but what I really needed was a calendar and a keeper. Funny, even at…

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  • Baby Steps, right?

    So, I took French in 7th-9th grade, plus four semesters at college. None of which meant that I could understand a French speaker in any situation. So I thought maybe I would use my screen time a bit more productively. I got this app, which rewards you like a good video game, and a kindle…

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  • Dear Company that I recently did business with…

    Dear Company that I recently did business with: Why yes, I did recently give you money when you provided me with a goods/service. Since I did not immediately follow up by asking for my money back and throwing your goods back at you via UPS, could you please assume that I was satified with your…

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  • I like Cheese.

    That is all. I made this for football watching this weekend. The great thing about watching football from home is that I can read a book, and just watch the good stuff on replay. Also chacuterie.

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  • Welcome

    Welcome

    Welcome to my blog. I am going to vent here, and also write about writing. I am getting ready to do my 20th or so Nanowrimo, and am finishing up a round of the Artist’s Way with some work friends. Which of course means am trying to learn French, how to water color, and photography.…

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  • Kick Ball

    “How did we manage to play kickball in 3rd grade without 45 pages of rules?” Katie had just tossed the bound book onto my desk and sunk into my side chair. “Well, Maddie, according to Doris, the city league coordinator…” “You are on first name basis with the coordinator?” “Don’t interrupt me. And yes, she…

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  • Lessons learned at the Children’s Museum

          The Children’s Museum was my idea, but I thought it was a good one because I could see how Colin and his son got along without being too obvious about it. Colin and I had only been dating for a month, and the fact that this was the first time I was…

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  • Serenity

    The rumor was that Lucky Luke was once a bar tender at some tony hotel in Las Vegas, who ended up here in Crosby, Texas after losing it all and going to rehab three or four times. The other rumor was that he was running slot machines in the back room of the laundromat. The…

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  • Tee Time

    Josh and I were heading down the cart path towards Euless Country Club’s thirteenth hole when we stopped to let a golf cart pass. Except it didn’t pass. The course pro, Mr. Holland, stopped to chat. “Hope you have good hunting today boys, my supplies are running low.” During the summer months, Mr. Holland let…

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  • A Purse Driven Life, part I

    After a long three days in the Intensive Care Unit, it was good to be home. My cousin Jody and I sprawled out on the multiple sofas in the formal living room of my now late mother’s McMansion. Jody passed me a cranberry Mike’s Hard Lemonade. “To our other cousin, Mike,” she said, tipping hers…

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