The Hellish Handbasket

I miss my stuff. Almost all my possessions are ensconced in a 5' x 5' storage unit over by the mall. The cubicle is 8 feet tall, oth...

Remember when Alice fell down the rabbit hole, and she fell for such a long time, she got bored and fell asleep? The lesson of that story is...

The question of the day: What is success? Go ahead, take your time. I'll let you ponder the question for a minute. It's not a trick ...

I've been in phone hell this week. My old service provider got bought by a larger tech company and "upgraded" its network. My ...

Once again my week overflows with blessings and curses. Among the blessings, I count a quiescent check engine light and the absence of littl...

Do you ever wish you could freeze time? Shut off the clock, silence the calendar, you know, take a vacation from the daily detritus of life ...

Thinking is something I do a lot of, maybe too much of, considering that thoughts don't necessarily lead to action. Maybe you have figur...

I'm feeling anxious. It's pouring cold rain outside. At 4:00 pm, it's already dark. When winter solstice arrived, I got happy, s...

Each night since the election, Portland's young (mostly white) people have marched in the streets, stopping traffic, blocking bridges, a...

Today for the first time this spring, I put on my jogging togs and headed for Mt. Tabor Park. As I marched up the hill, I tried not to notic...

If you've read my blog before, you know I spend a lot of time whining about stuff. As a self-obsessed chronic malcontent, it doesn't...

My sister is in town this week from Boston. She's staying at our mother's condo. We ordered Chinese food from a local favorite resta...

I have epiphanies about as often as I vacuum my carpet, which is to say, about once or twice a year, so when they happen, I try to milk them...

Sometimes when I stand at my computer desk, staring morosely at my screen, my cat sneaks silently into the room and sits on the floor behi...

My life is punctuated by drafts of proposals and dissertations that magically appear in my email inbox, demanding my editing skills. Compens...

Humble apologies to all four of my blog readers, who all reached out to me to find out if I was getting ready to jump off a bridge. We have ...

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...

Welcome to the summer of carlessness. Mine, that is, I hope not yours (unless you want to be carless). I spent time this week embracing my n...

Events conspire to reinforce my belief that everything is going to hell in a stinky hand-basket. Planes. Mountains. Smithereens. Blown head ...

I should be editing right now, but my head hurts. When I start thinking I should do a find-and-replace to swap out every other word with shu...