Friday, July 29, 2022

And then people began to read it...

Two proud stacks of The Language of Bodies decorated our dining room table when our eldest grandchild and their girlfriend came to hang out the other day. We'd opened the first box the day before, and were still enjoying the afterglow. When I went to make dinner, they both grabbed a copy, moved to the living room, and began reading.

So there I was, puttering around in the kitchen--my happy place--while two smart, funny, empathic people read my novel nearby.

It's a bit nerve-wracking having people I love read a piece as emotionally connected to me as this book is. Today's young adults are so much wiser than when I was that age, and they've got sophisticated tastes in media. The Language of Bodies is full of strange darkness, humor, and beauty, which I hope transfers from page to mind in a seamless, immersive way. But I hadn't thought about this particular audience, nor about how nervous I'd be awaiting their reaction.

I'm not sure how far along they are in the book now. Perhaps they love it. Perhaps they hate it. Either way, I'll never forget the jittery joy of stirring a pot while my work was read in the next room. 

It was another once-in-a-lifetime experience, another first, and I'm elated.

Wednesday, July 27, 2022

Unboxing my debut novel!

Opening the first box of books for my debut novel, THE LANGUAGE OF BODIES, was such a joyful experience! I've written and published a bunch of books, but there's something special about novel writing, and holding this one for the first time was pure magic.

@suzannedewitthall It's #unboxing day for my novel! THE LANGUAGE OF BODIES launches 10/4 with @WoodhallPress, and I couldn't be more excited. #books #booktok #booktoker ♬ original sound - Suzanne DeWitt Hall

Wednesday, June 22, 2022

"I recommend this debut novel with enthusiasm for its tenderness and courage."

Endorsements for THE LANGUAGE OF BODIES are coming in, and here's the latest:

"Suzanne DeWitt Hall’s seditious and seductive novel “The Language of Bodies” is brilliantly unnerving. Hall’s elegant prose, coupled with her relentless examination of the perils faced by the deepest parts of the human soul, leave the reader breathless. To call it a page-turner is entirely accurate, because the complex central character is driven by loss, love, fear, fury, and desire, even as she works towards her own negotiation with the larger forces of the universe. We become increasingly desperate to know how the multiple plots and intertwined themes will resolve themselves. With grace, with a sense of humble grandeur, and with deft writing, DeWitt Hall manages to give us what very few writers offer: a satisfying yet provocative conclusion. I recommend this debut novel with enthusiasm for its tenderness and courage."

Gina Barreca, Distinguished Professor of English Literature, University of Connecticut

Isn't that absolutely gorgeous?

In addition to teaching literature, Barreca is the author of hilarious, insightful essays and books. She's been a repeated guest on CNN, the Today Show, and even Oprah! I'm absolutely thrilled to receive such a glowing review from this luminary. 

You can learn more about her work here:

Wednesday, May 11, 2022


The day is finally here when I can announce the cover reveal for my debut novel, THE LANGUAGE OF BODIES! The book launches on October 4 with Woodhall Press. My excitement bubbles over in the video below, where I get to share the gorgeousness with you!

@suzannedewitthall Cover reveal for THE LANGUAGE OF BODIES (@WoodhallPress, October 2022)! Isn't it gorgeous? #coverreveal #books #booktok #author #authorsoftiktok ♬ original sound - Suzanne DeWitt Hall

Thursday, March 17, 2022

First interview about my debut novel!

Yesterday I conducted my first interview about THE LANGUAGE OF BODIES with my publisher, Dave LeGere at Woodhall Press. The discussion centered around the appalling anti-transgender legislation which is popping up all over the nation, and the way the dehumanization of trans people contributes to violence. Check it out to hear more about the book!

Preordering is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other retailers!

Wednesday, March 16, 2022

A very short poem

Resting Face

March 17, 2022

I want to train my face
So it becomes a face
Which finds its rest in smiles.

Saturday, March 12, 2022

My novel showed up on Amazon and I'm fainting...


The path to getting a novel published is not unlike a granddad's heroic journey to school: walking in deep snow, uphill, both ways. 

It's also punctuated with pops of effervescent joy, as it was today. 

My novel is now available on Amazon for pre-order (, with the cover reveal coming soon. I'm so excited, and so grateful, especially to Declan, my tireless champion. 

It is a very good day.

Tuesday, March 8, 2022

Breaking the Bias conversation on International Women's Day

I was honored to talk with Maria Leonard Olsen about how my work helps break down bias on International Women's Day for Inside Out LGBT Talk Radio. It was a great conversation, and you can listen to it here:

Monday, February 7, 2022

My novel is happening!


This is a pic of the "first pages" phase of proofing for my first novel, THE LANGUAGE OF BODIES, which launches on October 4 with Woodhall Press. To say that I'm excited is a vast understatement! 

I'll never read a novel again without acknowledging the vast amounts of effort that go into it's production. It's exhausting and exhilarating. 

I can't wait to get it out to the world, and see what you all think.

October 4. Mark your calendars.

Thursday, December 23, 2021

Deconstructing Christmas

Jesus has been on my mind a lot this advent, even though I'm not sure I qualify as Christian any more.

I'm planning to read my way through all four gospels soon, and focus on the words Jesus spoke, because I'm interested in who he said he was. I know those words were recorded decades after his death, and the mutable magic of memory ensures inaccurate reporting, but reading them is the only way to explore this question*.

But today it was Mary's words which rang out, as she sang her song of hope and triumph to Elizabeth: 

My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices, in God, my savior.

She sang at the revelation that God was with her, within her, part of her, produced by her, replicated and pushed out into the world. Grown, magnified, birthed.

Her soul did magnify God, as did her body. Literally.

Through Mary the presence of God was welcomed, fed, protected, carried, and grown into the divine iteration known as Jesus. Her body and his, both holy temples of the holy spirit.

Mary sang about the coming of Immanuel, meaning "God with us," and I've been wondering something. Maybe Jesus didn't save us by dying to satisfy his father's bottomless thirst for blood. Maybe his salvation was the command to wake up and recognize that God is with us. Immanuel. 

God is within us, within those around us, and within all things; past, present, and future. 

And maybe that knowledge has the power to save us from being consumed by darkness.

Christmas can be challenging for those in the process of deconstructing their faith. I'm still figuring out who I think Jesus is. But this year, I am going to celebrate Christmas, regardless. 

May my soul magnify the presence of God. 

Immanuel: God with us.

Merry Christmas.

*The non-canonical gospels are also on my list.

Monday, December 6, 2021



All my books hold special places in my heart, but this one has particular poignance. It was born from seeing the pain and confusion experienced by people whose loved ones came out as trans, and the lack of resources available to address their situation. The format mirrors the Where True Love Is series, and while it centers on love (all my books do), faith isn't a core element. People from any faith tradition or none will all find it useful.

Transitioning people deserve love, respect, and hope... and so do their partners. If you or someone you know is facing the challenges presented when a trans loved one comes out, Reaching for Hope can help.

Please spread the word.

Monday, November 29, 2021

New Book Announcement!


I've been working on a new book for months, and it's launching early December! Here's an early peek at the cover. It's a draft, but pretty close to the final version. We hope it will be a resource that helps the partners of transgender people understand what's happening, and find ways to move through it as smoothly as possible.

Send an email to if you'd like to be notified when it's available.

Monday, July 19, 2021

Leaving Behind Beauty

Leaving Behind Beauty

by Suzanne DeWitt Hall

I don’t know which creature

snail or slug

leaves behind a glittering sign

of midnight motion

but there it was;

a lacy map

of iridescent trails

which had not been the day before.


Disdained thumbless things

gliding on a magic carpet

of their own pulsing creation

slick and silent

up trees and over fences

intent on simply being

and leaving behind


Wednesday, July 7, 2021

The Year of the Cicada

Oddly enough, this is not my first poem about cicadas.

The Year of the Cicada

by Suzanne DeWitt Hall

July 7, 2021



I’ve heard the cicadas will be many this year

not heard the way we hear

the waxing, waning waves of sound

pulsing from their tymbals

to fill the dusk.

Not that,

but heard through the pulse of data

across wires and air

bearing news from one being to the next

in cicada-like proclamation:

“Look at me! Judge me worthy! I am here!”


I’ve heard their presence has been a plague

encouraging exodus.

They’ve not yet begun to thrum

where we live, also waiting

buried in the earth

hungering to be born

to stretch and groan

escaping the confines of this present exoskeleton

clawing into tender freedom

flying away

to fill the world with the pulse of our own song

and leaving the dead shell

of these former selves


Friday, July 2, 2021


I moved my laptop to another room, and there's a mirror behind the desk which means I get to watch the skin on my throat transform into crepe in real time.

I don't hate it. Hopefully my spirit is softening simultaneously.

Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Look Toward the Light

Our kitchen contains a narrow rolling island made from an antique console table my beloved got from the church where we met over a decade ago. It's looking rough after all its years, but it's useful for chopping veggies, stirring batters, and shucking hard-boiled eggs, which was my pre-breakfast task this morning. In most kitchens, you stand between the countertop and the island, facing in toward the room, but I often work on the opposite side, because there's a window over the sink, and its light is helpful for my aging eyes. 

I've been co-existing with depression over many months of pandemic, and have learned that it's a thing which behaves like the tide. Sometimes it hangs back and you have space to putter around and do what needs to be done. Other times it washes in deep and with seemingly serious intent, halting motion and leaving you helpless to do much more than wait it out. Today was one of the crashing-wave times. My spirit was heavy and my mind discouraged, overwhelmed with worries and the mountain of things I'm not doing a good job of getting done. 

The eggs needed shelling, and my beloved waited for me so we could strategize about our work for the week. It was a rainy morning, and I moved to the far side of the island to face the watery light. 

It reminded me of a night long ago, when I wound my way through the woods toward the outhouse at my ex-husband's family cottage. The privy was set a fair distance away from the central compound, and the walk curved around and down, out of sight and away from the light of the buildings. My flashlight's beam illuminated the pine-needle-strewn path but little else. There was nothing to fear in that quiet space of looming trees. No people for miles. Bears bedded down elsewhere and uninterested in my proximity. Squirrels and chipmunks startling in their scurry but welcome company. But it was eerie, walking toward the increasing darkness. Leaving the light behind.

It was always a relief to head back afterward, knowing that in another few steps the light from the big cottage would appear around a final bend. 

What a difference the disposition of light makes to our feelings of safety and comfort. Even though I could be standing in exactly the same place, when I faced the darkness there was fear and subtle dread. When I faced the beckoning light there was expectation and hope. The actual safety of the space was exactly the same. I was no farther or closer to danger, no more or less content with the mess that was my marriage, and my being was the same facing either direction other than the state of my bladder.

But the light made all the difference.

I felt that same sense of lifting this morning, when I shifted from facing into our rain-dim kitchen and instead turned toward the window. I felt more light as I watched my beloved's face assessing my sadness a few minutes later, and plotting how to help.

We can handle a lot of darkness in our lives as long as there are sources of light to turn to. I hope you are able to both seek light, and be it.

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

Sleeper, Awake is almost here!


All my devotionals have involved deconstructing aspects of the faith I'd been taught or absorbed over the years. The latest is titled Sleeper, Awake, and it takes on the concept of unlearning itself. 

The book will be available at the end of the month!

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Unnatural Companions


Unnatural Companions

The dogs and I startled

a flock of mourning doves

from the cover of bare branches.

They flew off in pairs

clucking twirtles of disruption

and fluttered to the tree

lying beyond our fence.

Its roots rise in the frozen air

but the boughs still offer shelter

for startled doves

and feral cats

as we all seek comfort

and wait together

for the coming of spring.

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Hope on a Windowsill

Hope on a Windowsill

We cower inside

wondering if it's possible

to breathe deep again

to hug and laugh

to eat and serve

to be proud of who we are

but still, I place

the stalk-end of celery

in a bit of water

on the windowsill

shaving the bottom

opening it's vascular system

to the potential quenching

of an unending thirst

and still, new shoots push up

toward the light

because the light calls to it

calls to us

offers hope

that even if the darkness reigns

for moments or years

the light is

the light calls

the light wins.

Monday, September 14, 2020

Upon ripening

Sometimes we get damaged during the process of our ripening. But that doesn't make us any less delicious.

Thursday, August 6, 2020

Sex With God launches!

It's here! Sex With God is now available through all major retailers and independent booksellers. Or you can get signed copies from the author. Just send an email to for details.

The Where True Love Is website has more information about the book, and you can read a bit about launch timing here.

Now go check it out!

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Jamie the Germ Slayer coloring sheets

I created the coloring and activity sheets below for people who need resources to keep kids busy during isolation. They are based on Dan Hayes' wonderful illustrations which are featured in my book titled Jamie the Germ Slayer. Hope they are helpful!

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Jamie the Germ Slayer now available!

Jamie the Germ Slayer in a place called Little While is now available!

Here's the description:

Jamie doesn't like the changes taking place. Worried parents, school at home, and not seeing the Nanas is so alien that it seems almost like a different world. Mama weaves a story about a place called Little While, where Jamie becomes a germ-fighting super hero.

Jamie the Germ Slayer in a Place Called Little While helps kids process their new reality, and offers reminders about keeping safe and fighting the pandemic, together.

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Coming Soon: Sex With God

My latest devotional is approaching lift off! 

This book is the companion of A Theology of Desire, so if you haven't gotten a copy of that one yet, you should definitely check it out.