A New Year for Keeping Promises
We’ve all got history. Some we honor with nostalgic fondness. Some we barely remember. Some we only fess up to after liberal helpings of liquid encouragement plunge us into bouts of facepalm retrospect, leaving us with that one gnawing question… What the...
The L-Bomb Drop
I LOVE YOU. It’s a phrase we adore saying when we feel it, but have you ever uttered it in haste? Or worse, to the tune of a nonresponse? If so, then read on… Let’s imagine you’re in a relationship with a guy whose name you’ve doodled in the margins of...
For Me (a poem)
Write me In bold-stroked Sharpie fashion Cradle me Like you do your leather-bound literature Feed me Your compliments judiciously Bring me Faith in longevity Give me As good as you get Play me From lullaby to lyrical bite Make me A song that will save your life Render...
Recollection (a poem)
I recall The pain Fluid In its persistence Stalking My mobility Diluting My vitality A humid shadow Of looming Consuming Endurance Oozing under footfalls Permeating soles Slogging north ‘Til all I could taste Was grit And disillusion I recall The tears Kept...
Empty Me Out – Review
I am humbled and grateful to receive this incredibly touching review today by A Life Lover’s Diary. Excerpt: Hi guys ! Here I am with another review. A book I can’t recommend enough , Empty Me Out, written by the amazing Sue Healey ! The story takes place...
Drink It All In
Hi everyone! Well, after pulling out my hair, crying in my coffee, and whining to just about anyone within earshot over what I feared would become an inescapable foray into that sticky vortex otherwise known as The E-book Formatting Disaster Zone, I am soooo happy to...
Empty Me Out: A Preview
I am thrilled to announce that my first New Adult Romance novel, Empty Me Out (The Liquid Series, #1), will soon be available at Amazon and other online book retailers. This story has been a real labor of love, garnering a loyal, growing, enthusiastic following since...
Just Another Girl (a short story/excerpt)
The last time we spoke—or rather, when I jabbed at my keyboard with my heart in my throat, as he went from annoyed to ambivalent to appeasing in the blink of a cursor—that’s when I knew it was nothing. It, meaning us. It, meaning me. I wept about it, still, when I was...
Why? (a poem)
To dig deep. To win and to lose. To search for outlets. To bleed raw. To dance with my demons. To face the trauma. To explore what it means to experience life. To agonize. To intellectualize. To explode into the fragments I hide. To salt my wounds. To taste the tears....
A wife. Mom. Coffee enthusiast. Coastal New Englander. Author of twisty romance novels, including the Amazon bestseller, Empty Me Out.
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