Books with author Susan Ashley

In All My Tomorrows, Sue Ashley paints an intimate portrait of her life. With touching honesty she takes the reader through the problems she faced in growing up: an aggressive brother whose darker side is given some understanding in later life; a mother who did not quite give all the attention she might have; the love of her life who gradually becomes estranged.Can there be second chances? If so, how much courage does it need to take them? Life changing decisions must be made: should she agree to a move through her husband's work when the result might be the family drawing apart? - If the first child's labour has been traumatic, should another child be considered?All My Tomorrows is a heartfelt autobiography written with clarity and a deft touch.

My husband Steve and I lived on a 95-acre farm, when we first moved to Indiana in 1976. We lived in an old farm house surrounded by lots of woods and cornfields. We also had a creek that ran behind the house, not too far from Daffy and Sprigs’ swimming pool and our back deck. Sometimes I would get crawfish out of the creek and other goodies for the turtles. We had fun watching them sit on their deck and soak up the sun. When the frogs would join them from the creek below, they would eat whatever goodies I had, right along with Daffy and Sprigs.

In All My Tomorrows, Sue Ashley paints an intimate portrait of her life. With touching honesty she takes the reader through the problems she faced in growing up: an aggressive brother whose darker side is given some understanding in later life; a mother who did not quite give all the attention she might have; the love of her life who gradually becomes estranged.Can there be second chances? If so, how much courage does it need to take them? Life changing decisions must be made: should she agree to a move through her husband's work when the result might be the family drawing apart? - If the first child's labour has been traumatic, should another child be considered?All My Tomorrows is a heartfelt autobiography written with clarity and a deft touch.

My husband Steve and I lived on a 95-acre farm, when we first moved to Indiana in 1976. We lived in an old farm house surrounded by lots of woods and cornfields. We also had a creek that ran behind the house, not too far from Daffy and Sprigs’ swimming pool and our back deck. Sometimes I would get crawfish out of the creek and other goodies for the turtles. We had fun watching them sit on their deck and soak up the sun. When the frogs would join them from the creek below, they would eat whatever goodies I had, right along with Daffy and Sprigs.