My nickname is Susú. I was born in Washington Heights, NYC and am made of Cuban parts. I am single, of a certain age, and deeply moved by such things as my mom’s heart, my dog’s paws, a great movie, a perfect salsa class, the pursuit of personal growth, and connecting with people. I feel that the world is my family.
“Sin zapato” is a phrase that rolls off my Cuban mother’s tongue on a daily basis. It’s a warning, an admonition, a wag of the finger. It’s also the thing that I love to be, above all other things. Barefoot.
This blog is dedicated to the girls and women out there, standing on their own ground and doin’ the damn thing. I see you, I am you, and I salute you.
Susú is a writer, life coach and
corporate America escapee
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How the memory of a game of 7 Up informs my present
On support, permission, and freedom in partnership and singlehood
On immigrant mothers and their daughters, and the bridges we build
a mother’s day thought
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