Susan was born in Hollywood, California, in what is now the Blue Scientology building. Not the chi-chi Celebrity Center, but a prison-like facility where the underlings come out at noon to do tai chi on the lawn. But it was a hospital then, which is how she came to be there.
She was raised in Orange County, or "The O.C." -- back when it was just lima bean fields, orange groves, and a mall. Today the OC is all just one big mall: an endless string of stores and the tract homes to house the shoppers when they're not shopping. But she got out before they put in a Ross. That's when you know a place has jumped the shark: when they put in a Ross.
She got a BA in film at UCLA, lived in London, worked as an actor, was in the Groundlings but got tired of doing 3-minute sketches with wigs. So she went to USC and got an MFA in screenwriting, moved to New York and wrote, mostly, 3 minute sketches with wigs. Apparently people like wigs. She loved New York. But it's a hard place to live if you're over 30, single and still ovulating.
Susan returned to LA, watched her life get torched, and went through a "middle-class white girl's Dark Night of the Soul." Which meant she asked a lot of soul-searching questions, like, "WHAT THE ¥, GOD?" To which God replied, "Shut the ¥ UP!" In a good way. Speaking of faith, Susan tried pentecostals, Episcopalians, Presbyterians, rock n roll slackers 4 Jesus, and finally settled on staying Lutheran. Lutheran sounds jaunty and non threatening. And as John Fugelsang said, "Jesus is like Elvis: love the music but the fan club freaks me out."
After getting rejected by eHarmony, Susan managed to meet, date AND marry writer Larry Wilson. She feels pretty fortunate about finding the last groovy guy on the planet.
In fact, life just keeps getting better and better. So much so, that some day she figures life will be so good, her website will look like THIS.
More wonderful and horrible things are bound to happen. They're just not written yet. If they are, you'll have to read them in her BLOG.