Susan Marie Molloy

🌺 Life in the Oasis 🌴


Date Night: Panther’s Breath

Sometimes my beau and I stay home for Date Night, maybe order out Chinese, pop in a DVD of an old classic move, and mix a drink.

We did this recently, and we tried an old timey drink from a 1948 Trader Vic’s Bartender Guide I picked up at an estate sale for a twenty-five cents.

As you can see, it’s simple to make, and it’s pretty:

The bitters are what you smell when you bring your nose to your glass, then as you sip on the cream to the blue curaçao, the drink becomes a blush of orange fruit-tasting goodness.

Thirty seconds later, my beau says, “Can I have another?”

Ha ha. Sure. With only a half ounce of liquor in each drink, it’s a nice after dinner drink.

Here’s to you!   Sláinte!   Na zdrowie!

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.



Chili con Carne, Life in the Oasis, and Writing

A little bit about me, my blog, and outlook on life:

You, probably like me, have been hearing ad infinitum how blasted cold it’s been lately. And if you live in that cold weather, I feel for you. I grew up in Chicago, where wintry winds off the lake fuel the bitterly cold air temperatures. Oh, yeah, and then there was the short time when I lived about 50 miles from the Manitoba, Canada border, where it seemed winter lasts 48 weeks out of the year. So, I know cold.

It’s been cool here, too, in Florida. The air temperature actually got into the 20s*F the past couple nights. Who would’ve thought? Well, so much for escaping the Midwest’s cold winters! To warm us up, I made a large pot of homemade chili con carne, and used chunks of beef instead of ground beef, for a change of dining pace.

As we were eating, I was thinking about when I started blogging, which was about 6 years ago. How it started was when my beau suggested it. His own blogging began when he retired from his long public service career and became a real estate broker, which led to him moving into the property management business, which, after that flamed out (rather, he burned out), led him to writing about beading art and wire work. Now, his occasional blog explores and comments upon the twisted side of life in It’s a Twisted Life According to Gene.

Which brings me back to my blog. I went from one leitmotif to another, and I didn’t seem to find my comfort level. Right now, if you flip through my blog, you will only find blogs as early as 2014, and those are just book reviews. Unfortunately, I wiped out a lot of articles I wrote because, in a fit of non-confidence one day, I got rid of blogs I thought were goofy. Or stupid. Or boring.

How silly.

Yes, it took me awhile, but I found what’s comfortable for me. My blog is subtitled, “Life in the Oasis”. What it means is, that my life – my world – is rich, lush, productive, and a sanctuary, while the world outside might be a foreboding wasteland at times. Moreover, my beau – my husband – is my own oasis, where he is, and always was, the one person I could always find refuge in, comfort, and happiness when the world outside was demanding, cruel, and inhospitable.

So – life in the oasis is a place – tangible and intangible – where harmony, fertility, cheerfulness, and optimistic thinking reign.

My blog focuses on the positive aspects of life, and the things I like. I write about my mundane daily life, movie and book reviews, how my beau and I keep love flaming hot, my discoveries and adventures, our travels, tips on homemaking, and other whacky subjects. I share my poems and photographs and share your blogs that grab me. And there are a variety of topics that can’t be particularly categorized, but they make it to this blog.

Since I left my glamorous 9 to 5 job (sarcasm) this past summer, I’m working at home now doing things I love (writing, reading, creating art, homemaking, travelling, being a wife, waiting on His Lordship and Her Ladyship – our two dogs, Toby and Trixie).  My blog has gently become an oasis where I hope you will find a few minutes to stop by and discover pacific, nurturing, and hilarious topics that somehow enrich your life, as your blogs do for me.

Welcome to Life in the Oasis.
Thank you for stopping by.
Sharing is cool.
Your logical, well-thought out comments here are what I live for.

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Winter – A Haiku to Gently Ease into 2018

Ringing in the New Year was fun, and I got to dress up in my basic black and sparkly rhinestone dress. My beau wore his zoot suit jacket and top hat, and wouldn’t you know it, I forgot to take pictures. The cover of my poetry chapbook, Gallery Night, is of my beau wearing the same outfit a couple years ago (close enough, but no cigar this year):Returning to last night, there were hot and cold hors d’oeuvres, the tinkling of high ball glasses mixed nicely with the soft music in the background, and story-telling and laughter heightened the party’s gaiety. It wasn’t the wildest party, but it wasn’t the most boring, either.

I got up early this morning – it was more of a nap I took, really – and as I am sitting down and writing this quick blog while the tea kettle is heating up, I came across a bunch of poems I wrote either last year or the year before. Here’s one of my favorites:


The snow comes softly
Cold and wet and silently,
Lingering for months.

It reminds of a New Year’s Eve around 1975-76-77, where it actually snowed that night in Chicago, and it was slushy. And being the fashion icon I was back in those days, I went out without boots. I wore black high heel suede sandals. Imagine the slipping around I did. Imagine my wet and frozen feet.  Imagine me, young and foolish. Right?

I hope your New Year’s Eve was nice and enjoyable, no matter if you celebrated wildly, slept through it, or completely forgot about it.

Happy New Year!

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Putting a Neat Little Bow on 2017

Thank you, Everyone! You made 2017 a good reading, writing, and blogging year.  Following are a few of my thoughts about this past year and how I’m looking forward to the new one.

I Thank You.  I can’t begin to name and thank all of you whose blogs I follow, read, comment, and learn from. The same goes for all of you who followed, shared — particularly by The Militant Negro —  and commented on my blog this past year. These lists are long. Nevertheless, thank you, thank you!  I have discovered many fabulous blogs here on WordPress, and I will say there is a lot of good talent here.  (To see whose blogs I follow, please take a look at my blogroll.)

2017’s Theme. A little over a year ago, I declared that 2017 would be a Year of Change for me. I had no idea how “changed” it would be from any other year. Silly. Silly, because every year, every day, every hour, every moment produces change of some sort. If we recognize that change exists, no matter its enormity or minuteness, or its quantifying levels, we’re halfway there to using it for good, or not. It’s up to us, nevertheless, how we accept, handle, and manage it.

Writing, Published Books, and Photography. Another change was writing more, and my skills improved. Perhaps that led to more of my poetry being published. Moreover, one of my photographs for a writing anthology’s cover was chosen, and several more photographs and my poetry, were published in it, too. I’m chuffed.

Left the Old Job.  About a year ago, I knew there were changes afoot with the ol’ job. I already planned on leaving that long, horrifying, so-called career I had.  (Oh, the stories, or book, I could write!)  Life would – and did – become blissful again without the lousy job and its surrounding aggravations.

Staying in Touch. Remember letter-writing, phone calls, emails, visiting? Yeah, me, too. That’s how I continued to stay in touch with my friends and family. As long as we’re on the subject, when did it become de rigueur to use Facebook messenger only? Give me a box of nice stationery and a good Cross pen, and I’m ready–

Social Media Change.  No longer do I feel like a dirty voyeur being force-fed pictures of dead or near-dead relatives laying in the hospital bed, the perfect marriages and angelic children, announcements of divorce when those “perfect marriages” fell apart, hatred, the passive-aggressive posts, the Woe-Is-Me Crowd, and particularly the incorrect quotes and statistics on memes, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.  I left Fakebook as a whole at the beginning of the year, returned for a five-week engagement in October-November, and left again – this time permanently (except for my author page). Those couple few weeks where I popped back in solidified my thoughts that Fakebook is a vast wasteland for The Bored, The Braggarts, and The Attention-Seekers. “Silent noise,” I call it, and I am done with it. And you know what? I’m back to my old self: calm, cheerful, creative, and relishing all the productive time within my days.

Reading.  I went crazy with reading this year.  Goodreads is a good way for me to keep track of what I read, what I like, what I want to read, and to connect with other readers and authors.  This year, I read 245 books.  How did I do this?  For one, I don’t watch television.  Cut out that crap, and voilà! you have more time to accomplish real, productive things.  At work, I was able to read in my office, in between doing nothing (it was a horrifying job with no work).  Plus, many of the books I read were a length that could easily be read within the course of the day or within an hour.  I discovered a lot of writers, too.  Expanding my horizons, you see.

The Lost Art of Thanking.  This year opened my eyes to the lack of thanking, which seems to have become a new national pastime, with its passé, quaint little politeness that went the way of good manners.  This year, I was dumbstruck at the lack of thanking for the simplest things.  People don’t thank for holding a door open for them, they don’t thank for a gift made or bought for them, they don’t thank for that unsolicited compliment you give, they don’t thank for anything.  I’m speaking in generalities here; some people do thank.  However, I notice it’s more people who don’t, than do.

Tales from Daily Life.  My beau and I are enjoying our lives more and more each day, and I shared our experiences with you during this past year.  We did a little travelling. I visited my hometownCooking is still one of my passions.  We saw a lot of new movies this year, one of which we thought was bad, but most we liked.  Nevertheless, there’s a lot to do and see in our world.  Yes, there was a lot more that happened in 2017, and much of it was good,  and some not.  

Peeking into 2018.  I’ll continue to share my experiences, and keep the positive theme of my blog.  Something new is that I plan to set aside a day each week to share a blog or two of yours that I find inspirational, educational, or just plain re-bloggable.  I’m working on three (yes, three!) books to be published this year.  I’ll be gardening more.  Golfing is in sight for me.  I have some art projects that I’ll finish.  I plan to re-acquaint myself with the art of sushi-making at home.

I hope you had a good, productive, happy, and healthy year, and I wish for you the type of 2018 you want and deserve.

Tonight my beau and I are headed to a New Year’s Eve party, and I’m looking forward to turning the page on the ol’ calendar.

Be happy you’re alive. Be happy you have today. Look forward to tomorrow.

See you next year (ha ha ha).

As ever,


To see what was up in 2016, read “Wrapping Up 2016.”


Preserving the Nature Walk

The day after Thanksgiving, my beau and I treated ourselves to lunch at a favorite Italian restaurant. We like its out-of-the-way location, the black and deep plum décor with brushed nickel fixtures, and mostly importantly, the food. My beau ordered a meal called, “The Pacino” and I chose “The Brando,” and what is funny about that is:  Pacino is of Sicilian descent, and Brando is of German, Irish, English, and Dutch heritage, and there we were, in an Italian restaurant, and that’s another story—

After eating, I came up with an idea to swing by the nature preserve in our town. And that, we did.

The preserve is a little over 500 acres of nature’s glorious wonderland. There’s a pond, massive live oaks with Spanish moss draping their branches, a boardwalk, some prairie, and wildlife. Though it was chilly that day – somewhere around 45 degrees Farenheit – our walk was refreshing nonetheless.

This white heron sat long enough on the boardwalk for me to take his portrait:

And off he went, silently into the marsh:

A single lotus flower (water lily) floated among lily pads and reeds:

The brackish water near one pier ensnared some seaweed, and spiders wove their webs:

And, of course, unfortunately, there was some garbage in the stagnant water, which thankfully, isn’t too visible in this photograph:

Some of that garbage is probably left over from the big storm we had here in September. I’d rather believe that people don’t purposely toss their cigarette butts and candy wrappers in this appealing and pacific sanctuary.

We met a neighbor taking photographs.  He pointed out a bald eagle, “down yonder”, that was perched on the lowest horizontal support of a high line wire. We could see it, just so barely, but since I didn’t have my telephoto lens with me, I couldn’t get a good snapshot.

Continuing our stroll, we came upon some brown ducks swimming in circles and dipping their beaks below the water’s surface; a school of swimming, scurrying minnows gathered between a cluster of green lily pads; another white heron stood in the swamp, calling forlornly to some unknown entity; and we were pleased and content within such a placatory environment.

Our walk done and my feet wet (one of my shoes is seemingly coming apart at the toe), my beau and I headed back to our car, carefully looking out for dips and holes in the path. As we held hands and talked about the fascinating wildlife and vegetation we drew in, we promised each other to visit the preserve more often and in all seasons.

We will. It’s a promise we will preserve.

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.