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Feelin' Easy

The Art of Reinventing Yourself in a World that Keeps Changing...and Changing...and Changing

Becoming an Author at 75

Reinvention is an art form that begins with a cataclysm and continues with the thought 'How hard can that be?', followed by the realization:  Oh, a lot of hard work.

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RETIREMENT

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The ultimate reinvention.

I wrote a book twenty five years ago. Then, as these things happen, life changed. One of those catastrophes caused me to put it in the cupboard and there it sat until I retired.

Retirement is not for the faint of heart. I intended to travel overseas, but then Covid, aged parents, surgery...

so I did what I do, I reinvented myself.

For me, reinvention takes the form of intense plunges into hobbies. So I plunged into crochet then I took up flower arranging, gardening and drawing but nothing took for long.

SOO I went back to that book in the cupboard which I found too hard to finish. 

I took classes, I joined writers groups and 

I WROTE A COZY MYSTERY.

 

"To Grandmother's House We Go"

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Miranda and Nana

Pediatrician Miranda Chase got involved in a big scandal at her hospital in Boston so she ran home to Nana. It was a bad idea to think she could find peace and quiet in the pretty alpine village of Interlaken, because her grandmother is devious, snoopy and bossy.  Pretty soon she's involved all sorts of chaos, disaster and murder where she and Nana are face to face with evil hiding in the mountains.  It's Agatha Christie's Miss Marple meets The Pitt in "To Grandmother's House We Go."

First Blog

May 28, 2026

Hello, my name is Susan Fullerton and I, like you, wear a multitude of hats and in my life I have worn and discarded innumerable more. Some hats, like children's Easter bonnets (remember those?) were designed to be worn and discarded in a single day, and others, whether we liked them or not were donned at birth and will not be removed until the end of our lives. We remain siblings until our sisters or brothers die, parents until our children leave us and children until our parents do. Yes, we can abandon these hats, and many do either by necessity, cruelty, or desperate need, but for many of us these identities are permanent.

 

Other hats we put on by choice, our style of clothing, or haircut or hair color nowadays. Many of these choices are small but can say large things about us:  Someone who wears their hair uncombed and puts on pajamas to go to the grocery is a different person from someone who wears designer sunglasses and carries a Kate Spade handbag to buy vegetables.

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Some hats absolutely define us after we put them on. A person who identifies themself as A Pilot or A Doctor or A CEO may lose themself if they are fired or if an accident renders unable to work. If I can no longer call myself a....insert appropriate profession...who am I?

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Many of us have reinvented ourselves at a point like this. We are wearing a hat that either doesn't fit and we need to rip it off OR it fits great and is ripped off by something that happens in life. Some of these paradigm shifts are good and some catastrophic.

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The first such change happened in my life at age ten when my family move to an Asian country half way around the world in the middle of the Cold War. It was a wonderful surprise and changed my life in only good ways.

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The first catastrophic change came twelve years later when we had to leave, never to return when that country began to devolve into war. It was Afghanistan. It devastated me. 

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Have you had catastrophes that caused you to reinvent yourself? What were they and what did you do?

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