Susan H.

Susan H.

The Only One Who Knows Me

abandoned gate near the river

I wished someone would ask me what was wrong so I could finally tell them everything. An old journal entry about depression, loneliness, and wanting to be understood.

Like My Mother

tangerine tree under blue sky

My mother and I have never seen the world the same way. And yet the older I get, the more I realize that she is the one who first taught me how to see it.

The Love We Do Not Remember

Two people under a flower bridge

Caring for newborn twins reminded me that every human being begins completely helpless—and that becoming a parent may be less about discovering a new love than remembering one we once received.

Just Outside My Sight

Blue sky through a window inside the camping car

My children cry when they cannot see us, even when we are only a few feet away. Watching them made me wonder whether growing means learning to trust beyond what we can see.