Image of my character Gerty and her friends. I’m working on an ebook with the working title, The Four Seasons of Gerty. Over the last few years, I have drawn her in different ways, athletic and not so much; worried or happy or just contemplative; communing with nature; or staring out the window. I have dozens of sketches and finished drawings. It’s time to curate them and assemble them into a story. All rights reserved. ©️Susan Bass Marcus 2022 Continue reading Who are we? What are we?
The sound of tires swishing along rain-soaked streets reminds me of waves tumbling along the lakeshore yesterday. The downpour splashing heavy drops on our air conditioner has convinced me to forgo my morning walk. I’ll follow an exercise video instead. Other creatures are more content with the sky’s liquid gift. Birds have more puddles for a bath or drink. Dogs don’t care (I guess). The rabbits carry on and squirrels seem indifferent. I’ll wait for the rain to dwindle before grabbing my gear for another beautiful walk around my city. In the meantime, I’ll use this time to write, read, … Continue reading Rainy Day Thoughts
The magic of chocolate—so many of us are grateful for its power to transform a gloomy winter afternoon into a cozy cuddle with a steaming mug of cocoa and a book, for the bitter-sweet flourish of a flourless chocolate cake at the end of a meal, or for mirthful mischief while stealing from a box of cocoa-dusted truffles. The French/American actress and dancer, Leslie Caron had a small part in a film called Chocolat released in 2000. She played an elderly woman, quite the opposite of her ingenue starring role in An American in Paris 50 years earlier. … Continue reading A Little Chocolate Now and Then Doesn’t Hurt
Something about that word tern that drives me to punning. Terns, related to gulls, often look as though they are up to something. David Allen’s beautiful and informative new book, What It’s Like To Be A Bird says that Arctic … Continue reading Another Terning Point
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
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
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
Although the works are not analogous, Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge reminds me of Edgar Lee Master’s Spoon River Anthology. Both works survey and reveal the heart of a community and the relationships of its inhabitants. Strout experiments successfully with multiple … Continue reading Notes on “Olive Kitteridge”