Susan M. Schultz's Blog

  Startles Many of the details have been incorrect, but they made such good stories. The truths they assigned to us didn’t c...

After coffee in Chinatown, my friend Beth Yahp (here from Sydney to see family) and I wandered into a store full of large bags of crackseed ...

  The man in his 60s had been talking to people at the United gate; he was clearly a man who liked to converse. We sat next to each other in...

This is no country for old dogs. Behind the fence around her small concrete lanai, in the sun Sweetie resembles a prisoner, shadowed slats r...

"SMILE! You are on voice and video cameras!" reads a new sign at the ticket shack outside the Temple. I look in on the woman we us...

A and B were talking just outside the guard shack, so Lilith and I approached. B said he was fine, well not fine, and he pointed at the new ...

Heading uphill toward what once was Ferdinand Marcos's grave, Lilith and I encountered a short Filipino man power washing stone walls. H...