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Stories by Sue Greenberg

Sue Greenberg and the Reader

Fifth and Laurel, Judith Moore as editor, sister, father

How Greenberg came to the Reader: I was already working for another San Diego publication when I took the 10-hour-a-week typesetting gig in the Reader’s ad department on Saturdays. When anyone asked about my day ...

Reader writers' favorite drinks and where they drink them

You don’t know how to make a Tora!Tora!Tora!?

There are times, sometimes in the midst of otherwise polite conversation, when it comes out that I make my living writing for the Reader. The follow-up to this revelation is almost never “Oh, that’s right, ...

Dragon’s Blood Sangria at Laurel

12 oz. red wine-3 oz. brandy 2 oz. triple sec 2 oz. orange juice 2 oz. pineapple juice 1 oz. simple syrup 1/2 oz. anisette Top with 2 oz. Sprite and garnish with fresh fruit ...

Your biggest fashion mistake? – from Chula Vista to Del Mar

Tell me what you're wearing

“My biggest fashion faux pas was wearing gauchos to work every day.”

23 Reader writers describe the regime of editor Judith Moore

She hated adverbs

Busy Fingers Are Happy Fingers — Joe Deegan Mother Reader — Barbarella Build Your Writing Muscles — Ollie Let the Tape Recorder Do the Work — Matthew Lickona Faith — Abe Opincar Make Something Better ...

More Blood, More Pus, More Mucus

"None of this PR crap anymore. It's a bad habit, and I'll be the one to break you of it, by God."

"This is horrible, this stuff about your mother. Just awful, Susie." Not since my father had someone called me Susie. And not since my father had the endearment arrived with such menace. "It's what I ...

22 Reader writers on school experiences

When the loud bell rang

My first day in school was really my second day — Jangchup Phelygal The Radiators That Ticked Heat into the Room — Laura Rhoton McNeal Rear Rank Rudy — Jim Morris Forget-me-nots — Rosa Colwin ...

Mean Girls

"Whadda you care what they think?"

'Do you think you're pretty?" A strip of tawny brown hair, chewed at the ends, dawdles by her nose. She stands at the top of the stairs and tilts her head to the side, flipping ...

Little Italy

Date & IndiaFriday night Tight-jeaned girl pays attendant, strolls sideways, spots her pal. Redhead descends from SUV, looks back to lock (beep-beep), and long-legs a diagonal to Princess Pub’s pint-swilling lads, who posture by stools ...

Terra, Bread and Cie, Adams Avenue Grill, Wolfgang Puck, Hornblower Yachts

Chefs' favorite cookbooks

Also, The French Laundry Cookbook. What you learn about Tom Keller is that he does the best; it may not be something you’ll do, like make a consomme, but it does allow you to take from him the foundation.

100 grateful San Diegans

Family, health, job, fun, cel phone

Diane Jones30Marketing DirectorMarriedCollege AreaInterviewed at the Natural History Museum, Balboa Park I’m grateful that my father — he’s 63 — is healthy and happy. He had an accident last year; he had a flesh-eating bacteria ...

“Mah” means flax plant, "jongg" means sparrow

Not an old ladies' game

“I knew that playing mahj would be a great way to meet new people… They’re catching on and getting faster,” she says of her students. “But it’s not easy: one gal used to come with a bottle of aspirin.”

Dad's, now Poway’s famous bar, undergoes media scrutiny

Like a larger version of Saska’s in Mission Beach, without the salt air

“It has nothing to do with someone being a swinger. I’m a polygamist. Anyone’s beliefs have nothing to do with how well you protect your children or how well you protect your wife or husband."

Put Something on Those Feet

"You’ll all regret that we didn’t spend more time like this."

Moe: Not with the bare feet! Susie: Dad, I’m just going in the back yard. Moe: I wouldn’t go out there with the bare feet, Susie. You don’t know what’s on the ground. Those birds ...

Moe Greenberg Can Still Make Me Cry

Daddy's girl remembers daddy

On Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, Moe Greenberg puts on his suit jacket without a word and drives to temple for the second time, this time alone. During the morning service, my father felt ...

What and when San Diego chefs eat

Sweat cuisine

You're out for dinner. Your waiter, hovering tableside, recites tonight's specials while you feign interest, a captive listener with a frozen smile on your face. You might wonder, as he rattles on about the wonders ...

Teenage life with my sister and my dad

The summer diet of Donna Delicious

“Since when don’t you like attention? Didn’t you like it when the guys sang Oh, Donna, Donna Delicious to you at camp?

Loss: what San Diegans left behind In 1992

Hair, friends, sports, youth, faith, Evening Tribune, John Sinor

Unlike 1984, when Ronald Reagan made it a point to finish his campaign at a giant rally in the parking lot of Fashion Valley, George Bush came to see the All-Star game and was booed by the locals.

San Diegans plan their funerals

Drop dead gorgeous:

People should think about their funerals "early on," says Ken Hayes, vice dent of El Camino Memorial Park and Mortuaries, “You should think about dying as soon as you're able to reason with the rest ...

Reader writers write about first day of school

La Mesa, East San Diego, Minneapolis, Logan Heights

Mr. Van Winkle asked the Student Council Reps, to indicate to the classes that if they can convince him through sound logical arguments that they should ride skateboards to school that he will reconsider his position.

I'm determined to pull A Christmas Carol from my bookshelf again

December Dickens

Dear ... I'm sure you've got snow, that your fireplace warms the living room. You can bet it's 70 here. I've just turned on the furnace for the first time, but even so, only after ...

My plan: cross street, hide in bushes, run for help, head for nearest porch, scream

A small, green pea of panic

It’s twilight. Walking deeper than usual into my loop of a route (no backtracking!), past the point when I’ll let myself turn around. Now I’m pumped. Now the songs on the Walkman make my gait ...

Reader writers: the story I wanted to write... but didn't

“Maybe an animal story”

Sandy and a girlfriend had gone into a liquor store, robbed the clerk, They locked the clerk in a walk-in cooler. Sandy started feeling bad about the guy. She went back and let him out.

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