Fall in New Hampshire

Newport, NH – Corbin Covered Bridge

A beautiful night complete with fish jumping and crickets singing!



Oh Snowy Mother’s Day

Mother Nature misplaced my order for sunny and 80. Does she have a return policy?  Please take this snow away!


Newport Natives Writers Group

Going home!  Growing up in Newport, NH, the Richards Free Library transformed into a second home where I would dream of magical places and adventures. I often write about inspiration in my posts, and this is where it all began for me!

On May 11th and 12th, the Newport Natives Writers Group returns for a series of workshops, readings, and discussions at the library. I am thrilled to take part in this special event with my fellow Newport writers. To learn more, visit the Richards Free Library at http://newport.lib.nh.us or click the link below.

Newport Natives Writers Group Special Event

Come see us and find your own Inspiration!


Apple Picking in New Hampshire

Fall is arguably the most beautiful season in New Hampshire. The leaves provide a visually brilliant backdrop, and combined with moderate temperatures and no bugs, there is no better time to enjoy the outdoors. A must see-and-do item is apple picking. Start the day with a tractor ride to the farthest reaches of the orchid, followed by a leisurely stroll through scenic vistas. Finish with some warm apple cider and then take your little red treasures home to bake. This year’s first creation is an apple brownie with cinnamon sugar on top.  Yum, Yum!

Stay tuned for more apple inspired desserts!


The end of summer in New Hampshire

Cool mornings brush away the summer heat, but outdoor beauty lingers. Soon, we will trade vibrant flowers for leaves alive with color. Goodbye Summer!



The End…

The End

The end is the merger of hope and devastation; blending of sorrow with helplessness. The end is a point where effort fades and resilience is crushed; when state of being relinquishes to fate. The end is not reached; it is thrust upon us.

When the frail collapse, they taste the dirt; bleed into the earth. Only the strong can taste the dirt and find nourishment. I have been blind too long, a victim of a system long powerless. Change is now the seed, planted deep into the soil; to be watered by need, tended to by the desire for greatness.

King Thorel

Excerpt from The Kingdom of Belamour

by Susan Cunningham

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Shades of Life

Shades of Life

By Susan Cunningham

The souls of ancient heaven slumber.

Mists hold spirits searching for their kind.

Bitter earth holds secrets, buried past gone by.

Howling wind sings a hail to home.

Fire begs, dancing to the heavens above.

Water roars an angry cry, missing spirits of old.