About Susan Harvey
Susan has an extensive background in human resources management, working in higher education, nonprofit, and corporate settings.
Susan has a Masters degree in Teaching & Learning, and is currently pursuing her doctorate in Adult Education. She is married with three children and one grandchild. Her personal mission is to live a healed life; and to promote, inspire, and support the journey of inner healing and fulfilled purpose in others. She blogs (link below) and is currently working on a book about her own journey of overcoming fear, loss, and limitation to embracing life, love, and learning.
The Thing About Tunnels
The tunnels of our lives are those frightening stretches of the path that we must traverse to continue to our destination.
What If…
A few nights ago, I did not remember that I am love. I morphed into that person who used to look like me, that madwoman wearing my clothes.
What I Know to Do
For this sister life does not unfold like a mural with yellow bricks I can see stretching into the distance, guiding me along an illuminated ochre path.
Musings of a Madwoman: Been Done Wrong
This is my third marriage, and I am no closer to understanding myself in relation to my husband than I was thirty-some years ago, when at barely-20, I first jumped the broom with husband #1. Well, perhaps a bit closer…
The Journey of Gentleness
I am learning to be gentle. Quite a journey for this strong black woman. I was gentle with babies and children, perhaps puppies. Adults were another matter. We should know better, we should get over it, we should toughen up and take control of … Read more →
Unfriends
It was bound to happen, but for some reason, it took me by surprise. The phone call from my daughter was a welcome one. After weeks of tension, of hurt feelings and jangled nerves, we were finally back on speaking terms.
The Nature of Life
I wept, grief stricken about them one evening a few weeks ago. I had not cried about my deceased family members for years. My sister, one year older than I; my brother one year younger; my father and his brother and their mother; an older sister that I never knew.
The Outer Limits
I drove the car gingerly, carefully, as recently licensed drivers do. My boyfriend, soon-to-be husband, sat in the passenger’s seat. He could not yet drive, a curious situation for a nineteen year old Black man in Baltimore. He would not learn to … Read more →
My Sister’s Mother
My sister is dying. Of course we are all dying, but she is withering in the advanced stages of Huntington’s disease. We have not been close, my sister and me; ten and a half years and different mothers separate us. She was beautiful, and ebullient, and loved life; many years ago.
Say Something!
I hate this. This silent thing where feelings are hurt, egos bruised, where we (I) retreat to our corners and silently live separate lives under the same roof. Marriage sucks today. It was better last week. It will probably be better next week, but today I am not amused.
