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Susan Brougher

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Hi, I’m Susan Brougher
I am a lover of writing. At an early age I poured emotions into poetry. Over the years journals reflected my life’s stages. Writing remained central to my working days spanning fifty years in the medical field. My writing skills improved with each employee evaluation, nursing care plan, training manual, legal-regulatory citation, public speaking presentation, and Army Nurse Corps recommendation.
Now I write to inspire people to dare to dream. I’d be happy to have my books treasured like this: “If you truly love a book, you should sleep with it, write in it, read aloud from it, and fill its pages with muffin crumbs.” Anne Fadiman
I grew up fast at fourteen when my mom died of cancer but I never stopped being a child at he
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Susan Brougher I don't experience typical writer's block. Ideas run rampant in my head and heart longing for space on paper. I visualize my characters playing out…moreI don't experience typical writer's block. Ideas run rampant in my head and heart longing for space on paper. I visualize my characters playing out their story before me as I go to sleep each night. After a week or two the images are clear and I begin to write. I have to see it and feel it before I can write it.(less)
Susan Brougher The best thing about being a writer is the honor of forming words to influence the reader. Interpretation is up to them. Every reader comes from a…moreThe best thing about being a writer is the honor of forming words to influence the reader. Interpretation is up to them. Every reader comes from a different place and we never know how much of a difference we make with our words. For myself it is a continually healthy process of expression. (less)
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The Strongest Bond: A Memoir

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The Guermantes Way by Marcel Proust
“Poets claim that we recapture for a moment the self that we were long ago when we enter some house or garden in which we used to live in our youth. But these are most hazardous pilgrimages, which end as often in disappointment as in success. It is in ourselves that we should rather seek to find those fixed places, contemporaneous with different years. And great fatigue followed by a good night's rest can to a certain extent help us to do so. For in order to make us descend into the most subterranean galleries of sleep, where no reflexion from overnight, no gleam of memory comes to light up the interior monologue—if the latter does not itself cease—fatigue followed by rest will so thoroughly turn over the soil and penetrate the bedrock of our bodies that we discover down there, where our muscles plunge and twist in their ramifications and breathe in new life, the garden where we played in our childhood. There is no need to travel in order to see it again; we must dig down inwardly to d ...more Marcel Proust
Selected Poems, 1956-1968 by Leonard Cohen
“There is a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in.”
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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J.K. Rowling
“It's going to be all right, sir," Harry said over and over again, more worried by Dumbledore's silence than he had been by his weakened voice. "We're nearly there ... I can Apparate us both back ... don't worry ..."
"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you.”
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We think we have all the answers until we lose a mom and then all bets are off, but when you haven't even lived long enough to see the world through her eyes it is devastating. This book reels you in and keeps you wanting more after th..." Read more of this review »
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The Strongest Bond by Susan Brougher
"As I read Susan's beautifully written memoir on the pain of losing her mother at a young age I was instantly pulled into her story; vividly seeing the situation through her eyes.
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“I had learned that we love each other imperfectly. It is the way it’s meant to be. And sometimes, no matter how much we love someone, it’s not enough.”
Susan Brougher

“I fell asleep last night
to the sweet smell of lavender on my sheets
and awoke this morning
to the aroma of coffee brewing.
How much I would miss if I could not smell
the roses in my garden
or the fragrance after the rain.”
Susan Brougher

“Raindrops, like teardrops, are known to fall at will, and pay no attention to desires for a sunny
outcome.”
Susan Brougher

“He drew me like gravity.”
Michelle Leighton, For the Love of a Vampire

“If somebody never gets enough of you, they will always want more”
Ashly Lorenzana

“You know, I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. Oh, most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by silver filaments of chance and circumstance. But I knew it all along. When I was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present and into the future. You probably did too; you just don’t recall it. See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.

After you go so far away from it, though, you can’t really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why. When a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance and wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm.

That’s what I believe.

The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. We get shouldered with burdens, some of them good, some of them not so good. Things happen to us. Loved ones die. People get in wrecks and get crippled. People lose their way, for one reason or another. It’s not hard to do, in this world of crazy mazes. Life itself does its best to take that memory of magic away from us. You don’t know it’s happening until one day you feel you’ve lost something but you’re not sure what it is. It’s like smiling at a pretty girl and she calls you “sir.” It just happens.

These memories of who I was and where I lived are important to me. They make up a large part of who I’m going to be when my journey winds down. I need the memory of magic if I am ever going to conjure magic again. I need to know and remember, and I want to tell you.”
Robert R. McCammon, Boy's Life

“You must learn to heed your senses. Humans use but a tiny percentage of theirs. They barely look, they rarely listen, they never smell, and they think that they can only experience feelings through their skin. But they talk, oh, do they talk.”
Michael Scott, The Alchemyst

“... perhaps the clock hands had become so tired of going in the same direction year after year that they had suddenly begun to go the opposite way instead...”
Jostein Gaarder, The Christmas Mystery




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