Susan Moss-Thomas

Phone:

123-456-7890

Email:

info@susanthomas.com

Address:

500 Terry Francine Street
San Francisco, CA 94158

Date of Birth:

January 1, 1953

A Bit About Me

Born and raised as a Nashville, TN farmgirl, Susan Thomas found inspiration in the rustic beauty of her surroundings and the values instilled by her aerospace engineer father. Though life often took her beyond the city's borders, she always found her way back to the place she called "home" – Nashville.

A wordsmith at heart, Susan's passion for storytelling led her to explore diverse avenues of writing. From delving into the fast-paced world of career news reporting to crafting enthralling books, screenplays, and thought-provoking articles, she fearlessly embraced each medium to share tales that leave a lasting impact.

Despite past ventures into the digital realm, Susan remains steadfast in her pursuit of authenticity. For her, writing is not just a profession but an intimate expression of her true self. Like a stream finding its course, she sheds the layers of past endeavors that were never truly reflective of her essence, allowing them to wash away with the currents of time.

As a Nashville farmgirl turned seasoned writer, Susan Thomas continues to wield the power of her pen, weaving stories that resonate with hearts and minds alike. With every word she pens, she embraces the essence of her identity and invites readers to join her on a journey through the myriad landscapes of imagination and wisdom.

From the heart of Tennessee to the corners of the literary world, Susan's stories carry a timeless allure, inviting readers to immerse themselves in the magic of her narratives. Through her unwavering dedication to the craft of storytelling, she aspires to leave an indelible mark on the world, one powerful tale at a time.

My Life Timeline

Life #1 Oh, Susanna

Life #2

Life #3 STILLETTO DANCER

Life #4 VODKA BEGINS KILLING

Life #5 DIVORCE AT 2022’S END

Life #6 Final Act???

0 -15 years old

(1953-1970)

16 - 33 years old

(1971-1987)

34 - 50 years old

1988-2005

54 - 68 years old

2007-2022

69 - 86?

2023-2086?

87 - 103?

2087-2103???

San Diego—at age 3, rogue wave swept me off beach and was dragging me out to sea when two sailors fishing out on the last rocks dove in and rescued me.

Long Island, NY—conquered last fear of water/ocean at age 11 at Jones Beach where lifeguard teaches me how to dive through 10-ft waves.

London, England—movie stars, royalty, living among the jet set of sorts, 4 kilometers from the Queen’s Windsor Castle offers an entirely new look at life a helleva long way from the farm back home). Yet that year I turned 12, I was a disaster walking, seeming to break, blowup or disfigure everything I touched!

Seattle, WA—Southern girl meets Big city.

Mt first detailed memory is being backstage at my first concert—the Doors, with Jim Morrison. begging me to “come on baby light my fire” before looking out at the packed crowd sitting on the old wooden floor in a billowing cloud of blue smoke only crowd Jim Morrison onstage says,

“I’ve got on leather jeans and no underwear.”

Me? I was clueless at the catcalls and million giggles.

Even worse, before the concert was over, I insisted my date take me home because the “cigarette smoke” was burning my eyes.

Even if the poor fellow had told me rather than tobacco it was “grass or reefer or pot or even spelled out marijuana,” I would not have known what the hell he was talking about.

But my farmgirl innocence (or ignorance) was on its last smoky breath.

It was early April 1971, my senior year of high school. There, in the Bible Belt Buckle of Nashville, Tennessee, I was sitting on the couch with my mother who was holding my infant son, Jeremy.

Suddenly, one of my friend’s mother marched in our front door without a knock, and stood there glaring down at me as if she wanted to physically attack me. The two weeks since Jeremy had been born had been

holding my infant son I’d birthed two weeks earlier while all my high school classmates were off on spring break our senior year a week before, turns to my mother and says:

“What a shame Susan had to ruin her life so young. It’s sad, truly sad, and such a shame.”

Any tatters of innocence died with that first bullet the woman fired that ignited.

And with the words spoken, an all out War to the last erupted and would rage only slightly hidden beneath my skin for the next two decades of the first half I I instantly enlisted Till the Last Girl/Woman War began. My son Jeremy and I will kick ass in every way at every level from here on up and out.

In 1975, Jeremy helps choose a father:

We marry Michael J. Thomas, who will become head of U.S. Treasury’s Criminal Investigation Division of the IRS. Mike remains my best friend to this day.

(On glass ceiling chards falling as I become

first female on Operating Committee

of The Tennessean in Nashville)

(Also in this life, son Jeremy helps choose a father:

We marry Michael J. Thomas, who will

become head of U.S. Treasury’s Criminal

Investigation Division of the IRS

I’M A SINGLE “MILF” – MARRY

KID 27 YEARS YOUNGER

After14 great years, the KID-hubby hits 40 and near instantly becomes resoundingly middle-aged-- and boring, so …

What’s Next? ME & YOU

Women in my family do tend to live longgg lives...

Susan Thomas