Saturday, September 16, 2017

Sunday, May 28, 2017


     I decided to go for it. I'm rewriting, per the suggestion of one publisher who praised my prose, but thought my secondary character should be the primary.

Here goes nothing!



Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Connected in Love

Please visit my blog, "Susan Knight's 'Connected in Love.'"
You will see some gorgeous photos of Southeastern Pennsylvania where Mary Donohue, the main character, lives.




Knecht Covered Bridge

"Sounding like 'connect,' branch members added the slogan 'Connected in Love' to help new members
from out of town pronounce the branch's German name."


Wednesday, May 6, 2015

THEN SINGS MY SOUL--an excerpt

An excerpt from my blog "Then Sings My Soul."

Sunday, August 28, 2011

SCRIPTURE OF THE DAY: Matthew 7:21

"Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven."

This is one of my favorite scriptures because it teaches me so much in one sentence.
I have often thought about those who think all they have to do to go to heaven is to just say they believe in Jesus, then go back to the status quo of their lives. This scripture makes it clear to me. The verb "doeth" is the key to entering into the kingdom of heaven.
It doesn't matter what you say; it's what you DO.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

A Woman's Plimsoll Line: an excerpt from my divorce memoir, "The Year of My Divorce"


September 30, 2010

I found an interesting article on the internet about a woman’s plimsoll line. I didn’t even know what a plimsoll line was until I read it. It’s a marked waterline on the side of a ship used by sailors to let them know when the boat is filled and can’t take on any more cargo.

If you look at a plimsoll line as the “last straw” or“crossing the line,” then this analogy works very well for women who are/were abused or victims of infidelity. I hit my plimsoll line this year. I couldn’t take on any more of his nonsense. My burden over the years accumulated and it became too great to bear. . .
Each woman's plimsoll line is unique. Each woman's burden is her own, to carry, or discharge if the line is breached.
I remember drawing that line, on the kitchen table, back in February. I told him, "This is the line. I am here. She is there, on the other side. You need to choose."
What I didn't know then was that the choice was really mine, and had been all along.