Launching My Anthology
Nan
Nan was what some call “a good soul.” Conversations with Nan were like an interview with Valentine Michael Smith, a human raised on Mars by Martians who came to Earth and changed the course of humanity: Nan grokked. She always listened intently to her partner in conversation and seemed to understand immediately and intuitively the other person’s point of view. The term “grok” and the character Smith come from Robert A. Heinlein’s 1961 work Stranger in a Strange Land, a novel I read in that decade and never forgot. In the 1980’s, Nan and I became friends when we both … Continue reading Nan
The World is My Oyster
You found a pearl in your oyster, a variety of experience as expressed at its core, through language. Continue reading The World is My Oyster
Bread and Table Setting
Times have changed and so has the expectation that no meal is complete without bread. Continue reading Bread and Table Setting
The Puppet Remedy
“You can say stuff to a puppet that you wouldn’t say to anyone else.” Continue reading The Puppet Remedy
It Wasn’t a Dark and Stormy Night
“It wasn’t a dark and stormy night. It should have been but there’s the weather for you.” From Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. While organizing for our upcoming adventure vacation in Switzerland, we’d been checking for the … Continue reading It Wasn’t a Dark and Stormy Night
Losing Terrance
The universe shuddered and he was gone, Our Orpheus taken in one jangle of time’s contraction. My visceral earthquake and that morning I knew we had lost a piece of our place in the infinite. If harmony’s spheres exist In … Continue reading Losing Terrance
Do It Anyway
It was show time at PotPourri, an opportunity for anyone with the desire or need to perform. Continue reading Do It Anyway
Who are we? What are we?
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?
