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

Cartoons -Moping, Masks, and Musings

Although COVID-19 is surging within the younger population in my area–those who gather in crowds without wearing a mask at bars, restaurants, and on the lakeshore–most people I pass on the street are abiding by the city’s request to social-distance and wear some sort of face shield. My character, Gerty, has chosen to be socially responsible, too, and I have drawn her in a series of situations as the pandemic has been advancing. The cat, who is Greek and has taken the name μαυρο, comforts Gerty who spends most of her day at home with her art. She often must … Continue reading Cartoons -Moping, Masks, and Musings

Only Regrets -“Can We Talk?”

Ella and her neighbor Dave shadow their apartment building handyman Joe to Pine Glen Street, site of the trash-burner murder Ella discovered accidentally. Now, another mutilated body is lying inside it. As blaring police sirens approach the site, Ella needs a hiding place. Joe appears at the door of a nearby frame cottage and invites her in. “He’s gone, Dave. Dead. What are you doing?” An approaching police car siren silenced us. Dave stowed his phone in a hip pocket and whispered, “Outside, Ella. Hurry.” We brushed debris from our clothes and hid behind the trash burner. “The siren. I … Continue reading Only Regrets -“Can We Talk?”