The Hellish Handbasket

The neurologist was everything I'd expected but not quite what I had hoped for. I knew I was setting myself up for disappointment. How c...

Today I heard someone on a video meeting casually express an interest in moving to another city, as if that were normal, natural, and doable...

I sense some sort of adventure is lurking over the horizon. Right now, I'm too tired to chase it, but I think it is close by. I hope onc...

I'm sitting at the computer with a notebook balanced flat on my head to remind me to sit still. It's another ploy to defeat the vert...

These days it seems as if the only words I find are platitudes: When it rains it pours. Well, it's either feast or famine. Well, you kno...

I spent almost ten years teaching business and general education courses to reluctant, resistant, and recalcitrant adult learners, many of w...

Just over a year ago, I woke up one morning with a new companion: Benign paroxysmal positional vertigo (BPPV) or just plain old vertigo. I l...

For the past three years or so, I turned to this blog for comfort and solace, the way desperate people siphon the will to go on from therapi...

Now that the maternal parental unit is ensconced in her new digs, I have been waiting for the other shoe to drop. It would be too easy if al...

I'm sitting in the Love Shack, hunkered down under the ceiling fan with my feet in a bucket of cold water. The temperature outside is 96...

I had to get out of the Love Shack for a while today. Three reasons: The morning clouds dissipated around noon, good time to go out for a su...

As I shake the cat hair and fingernail clippings out of my keyboard, I reflect on the possibility that sometimes vertigo is just vertigo. It...