On The Road Again 🎶
Hi sweet Readers and Subscribers:
I hope this Substack post finds you well.
I have a confession to make. Moving to Grenville has been a huge mistake. I did it because my daughters told me to “get a life, Mom!” and basically wished me to leave them alone and not expect anything from them as I grow older.
I kind of got lost after my second marriage failed. I was married to someone, who I believe, to be an undiagnosed covert narcissist and a doomer who believed the world was going to hell in a hand basket—perhaps it is! But I found this attitude very difficult to relate to.
I’ve had really bad luck here in Greenville—a stroke, for heavens sake—so I am moving to be closer to my best friend for 40 years, Carolyn Williams. Her husband is not in very good shape, so maybe I can be of some help there.
It has really bothered Carolyn that I live alone and that I am so far away and not close enough for her to help me if I need help. We were both music majors a hundred years ago in the dark ages and she was the maid of honor for my first marriage. She is the closest thing to a sister I’ve ever had. I have no other family.
In addition, it has been really hard to make friends here.
So since my daughters have exited my life and become estranged. And I have a fear of dying alone, Rocky and I will move to Nashville on January 5th, 2026. I was miraculously able to get out of my lease because my social worker and primary care physician are concerned for my safety if I stay here and continue to live alone.
The mover I used to move here to Greenville is bending over backwards to not charge me a fortune to pack me up after the first of the year and move me 900 miles to Nashville. I am in the process of lining up a one bedroom apartment in Nashville next week. I welcome your prayers.
Have you ever done anything that you absolutely regretted? Man, I have. I am eager to put this all behind me.
I will be in touch after I have a new address. I grew up in Knoxville, so Nashville isn’t that far down the road.
Carolyn sings beautifully and leads the choir at a giant United Methodist church in Nashville, so I look forward to having a community again. Back in those college days, I was a professional flutist/flautist until I lost my hearing and couldn’t hear myself play any more, which is something that I still grieve.
Wish me luck, my friends. I am not even going to tell my daughters where I am going to live or move to. I welcome your continued prayers. It’s been a rough few years.
The Honey Honeycutt book is on hold until I get settled again. Sorry about the delay.
Love you!
Susan ♥️
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Happy to hear you will be moving close to someone who is so dear to you. My grandson is in college in Knoxville. Best of luck and you will be happy again soon!!
So sorry for the way things have turned out for you. I think you are very smart to go back to where you have friends, and can become a part of a community again. My prayers and good wishes will be with you. Stay strong! Shame on your daughters for being so unkind and uncaring. A good book that might be helpful to you right now is "The Let Them Theory".