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Only Regrets -The First Reveal
I patted his scar and grieved for whatever had happened to him over the last ten years, then left without looking back. Continue reading Only Regrets -The First Reveal
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Woolgathering
Mornings, if peaceful and the cat doesn’t barf a hair ball, mean a mug of hot coffee and almond milk and a date with my sort-of easy crossword puzzles. After I complete a puzzle, I linger over my last sips of coffee and doodle wherever there is space on the page. Here are some samples. Continue reading Woolgathering
A Terning (sic.) Point – for Gerty
As many of my followers have seen, I like to draw. Most of my work is about an older middle-aged woman I call Gerty. She started her journey through my mind as a plump, positive, and perceptive icon of goodness. … Continue reading A Terning (sic.) Point – for Gerty
Lived a Mole
Bodies of water are bigger than moles, but no mole can live in water. Continue reading Lived a Mole
Like Our Age
Although a few sections of Mark Twain’s The Gilded Age are gratingly detailed, especially when describing the complicated humbuggery of embezzling ‘tycoons,’ this novel often reads like an Axios News analysis of our contemporary social-political state of affairs. Enhanced by … Continue reading Like Our Age
Gerty Looks Both Ways
Gerty reviews her year of coping and creating. Continue reading Gerty Looks Both Ways
Gerty Takes Walks
“Art is a wound turned into light.” ~ Georges Braque
Angela leaned into Orange Julius and whispered a string of secrets to him. Continue reading “Art is a wound turned into light.” ~ Georges Braque
Plague Diary
Not that my case is unique, but during these long, draining months of Pandemically-Paused Life, I find solace and relief whenever I doodle or hone a Gerty drawing. Today I looked through my collection of drawings and found some to share. Each one addresses Gerty’s reaction to or choice concerning COVID-19 in her idiosyncratic way. Gerty is slimming down and has embraced a more active life. Is she reflecting my enthusiasm for frequent early morning walks along the shores of our magnificent Lake Michigan? Could be. Continue reading Plague Diary
Some mornings
Now, my days are fraught with challenges, but they all begin similarly. I hear the cat scratching at my door (husband already up and exercising for hours). I open my eyes, stretch, count my blessings, and practice a few PT exercises. I let Cat into the bedroom and dress in gym clothes or stay in my winter pj’s. Which path to choose—organized list-following or a good wallow with coffee and The New Yorker? Here is my Gerty who faces the same dilemma: Continue reading Some mornings
Cats and Comfort
The cat is always by her side, but what IS the attraction of that computer keyboard? Continue reading Cats and Comfort
