The Hellish Handbasket

I have an aversion to eating anything with a face. If a creature would run from me if it could, then I do not want to make it a meal. Even i...

My new friend Bill at the trailer park called me on the phone. “I have something to show you. Come over sometime. But call first, okay, unle...

I miss her. I miss the routine, my sense of purpose, my north star. I knew this would happen, that I would be lost for a while. It’s differe...

 You ever have one of those days when it seems like nothing goes quite right, and then you suddenly realize you have your shirt on backwards...

Near the end of most romantic comedies, a moment arrives that lets you know a change has occurred. The hero has been driving all night. The ...

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 have fervent appreciation for the power of routines. Life is precarious, and precariousness is stressful. Routines hold us together. Routi...

Howdy, Blogbots. How's it going? How are you doing on your end-of-life plans? Oh, you don't have any? Good for you, you eternal opti...

I try not to think too much. It's my defense against cognitive dissonance. Cognitive dissonance occurs when my body does one thing while...

Do you think about death a lot? I do. Could be the season (tomorrow is Halloween), could be the weather, could be the events happening in th...