The Hellish Handbasket

I'm currently residing in a pretty big mobile home park. I'm not sure how many homes there are here, a few hundred, I think. I got l...

I'd like to focus on the victory of the week, whch was that I figured out how to format an epub book that passed muster with IngramSpark...

 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...

I'm taking a break between sneezes to record yesterday's networking adventure. (My sinuses are combusting from ragweed pollen. Welco...

Happy Independence Day, blogbots. I hope your Fourth of July celebration is . . . celebratory. If that is what floats your boat. Laser shows...

When times get tough, I queue up the songs that keep me going as I slog through my ongoing pity party. This week my soundtrack is mostly New...

My mother and her smoking buddy (I forget what name I've given her before ... today, let's call her Jane) are typically desperate to...

My sister has been challenging me since she first appeared on the scene as a rival to my position as the only girl in the family hierarchy. ...

As a long-practicing dermatillomaniac, I assess my mental state by how many raw open bloody wounds festoon my cuticles on any given day. A f...

I've been wearing the same tired old pair of winter shoes for five years. I love my beat-up Merrills. They've taken me through mud p...

I don't know what is real anymore, with all the falsehoods flying around the zeitgeist. Americans can't seem to agree on the facts. ...

I haven't been out of the Love Shack all day. It was 98° today, blue sky and blazing sunshine, our second day of record-breaking heat. I...

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...

I've been dreaming lately of escape. Hitting the road, leaving it all behind, taking a geographical. Even though I know that wherever I ...

I dreamed a mildly romantic dream last night. Sadly, though, no tongues to report; I rarely progress that far in dreams anymore. Don't k...

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...

It boils down to this: Do you want to be safe, or do you want to be free? I always thought this choice referred to civil rights and terror...

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

I've been away from the blog for a while, immersed in life and not feeling energetic enough to share. The vertigo is destroying my front...