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The life and times of a chronic malcontent
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June 08, 2025
Where is my tribe?
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When I'm at the coast, I take long walks on the beach. I aim for the middle ground between soft dry and soggy wet. I walk in the early m...
February 23, 2025
A tirade for the end of the world
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Like most people around the world, I have a hill of beans in front of me. Individually, each one of our little pinto bean molehills is not a...
August 19, 2024
I choose the road less traveled
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As I was sitting at a laundromat in Anytown, USA, yesterday, washing my skivvies with the neighborhood hoi polloi, I saw the photo of my mot...
October 29, 2023
I need to be sedated
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Tis the season during which the residents of the mobile home park dress up in costumes and shuffle over to the clubhouse to drink strawberry...
October 15, 2023
The annoying choice between safe and happy
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I had a birthday this week. To celebrate, I treated myself to the trifecta. I don't mean I went horse racing. I mean, I sidled on down t...
September 24, 2023
The buck stops here in the Arizona desert
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I've been thinking about the past. You don't have to tell me that contemplating the past is rarely a good thing. Living today for a ...
August 13, 2023
Spinning like nobody cares
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A life lived in fear is a life half-lived. I know that is true because Fran said it in my favorite movie, "Strictly Ballroom," and...
June 04, 2023
Still searching for home
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Most days, I can't tell if I'm in my right mind or not. Some days I think, I can do this, I can camp in my car, be a nomad, go on ad...
May 28, 2023
In retreat, on retreat
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Homelessness probably can be a spiritual experience for people who are supremely enlightened. I’m not one of those people. Homelessness to m...
May 21, 2023
I think I'm over the desert
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Have you heard it said, "When one door closes, another door opens"? What are we supposed to make of that? It's not a truism, i...
March 19, 2023
Who cares to admit complete defeat?
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Dumb question, right? You would say, gosh, Carol, nobody, if you put it like that . But what are we talking about? Defeat is the flipside of...
October 02, 2022
My heart is broken
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How many times over the past couple years have I said "my heart is broken"? Haven't you? More times than we can count, probabl...
February 27, 2022
The lure of the geographic
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I grew up on a quiet shady middle class street lined with a mishmash of old farmsteads and ranch-style houses in the armpit of northeast Por...
January 16, 2022
Delinquent neurons are not apologetic
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The brain is back. As much as it ever was, anyway, which is good news for me, out here alone in the short branches of the wild west. It'...
January 02, 2022
Let me take you to noisy town
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Happy new year, Blogbots, all six of you. How are you doing? I hope you are staying safe in this stupid cold season. Yes, cold. Tucson temps...
December 12, 2021
Change my attitude or change my situation
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Once again my week overflows with blessings and curses. Among the blessings, I count a quiescent check engine light and the absence of littl...
November 07, 2021
Creating a new reality
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Darkness falls fast in the desert after the sun sets. Twilight doesn't linger. During the day, I imagine the little dudes snoring in the...
October 31, 2021
Not feeling so OK at the OK Corral
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I keep returning to a theme—the idea that life is neither all good nor all bad. After trying to weigh the good stuff against the bad stuff, ...
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