Author Archives: Susanna J. Sturgis
July License Plate Report
Louisiana and Delaware have been duly purpled. I saw at least two different Louisianas and three different Delawares. With the exception of you-know-who, the rest of the AWOLs seem at least possible — but I can’t help remembering that I … Continue reading
Dangling Conversation
The dangling conversation has many variations. Here’s one: Summer resident: It couldn’t be easy, dealing with all these people all summer long. Year-round Vineyarder: Well, the traffic does get to me, and working three jobs when the kids are out … Continue reading
Sing All the Way
I was scheduled to participate in two performances on July 28, the fourth edition of “World of the Troubadours and Trobairitz” and the Spirituals Choir’s annual Della Hardman Day concert at East Chop Light. Lyme disease isn’t contagious and my … Continue reading
My Afternoon at the ER
Long time, no blog. Can’t blame it on work: two humongous editing jobs just arrived, but for the last couple of weeks “work” has been a less-than-arduous proofread. I’m blaming it on my left leg. A month ago my left … Continue reading
Pen Not for Hire
I write to make sense of the world. I generally don’t write for money. If someone wants to pay me for what I’ve written, hey, fine, no problem, but I don’t write for hire. There are a couple of reasons … Continue reading
Hunter or Hunted?
When I write about psychic maps, it’s usually about Martha’s Vineyard, right? Well, yeah. This is where I live and this is what I choose to write about. One reason I choose to write about Martha’s Vineyard is that I … Continue reading
Split Screen
On June 26, two Alaskan malamutes, Tucker and Huey, got loose from their run in Hillsdale County, Michigan. Their owners, Dawn and Jeff McClellan, started searching for them right away. The McClellans believe that the two dogs went to a … Continue reading
Drumming in the Rain
The second of the three jobs that have kept me crazy-busy since Memorial Day has gone home (on time!). Finally I’m getting back to Squatters’ Speakeasy. What little writing I managed to do in June was mostly tweaking and revising. … Continue reading
Whacked by an Owl
I got home from writers’ group a little after nine last night. The downstairs outside light was on, but both the deck and the apartment were dark. Getting out of the car, I couldn’t see Travvy but I knew he … Continue reading
At Sepiessa
Late yesterday afternoon I took Trav to the M.V. Land Bank’s Sepiessa Point Reservation so he could get his paws wet and we both could see something other than the same old same-old. Sepiessa is a great spit of land … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 