The Hellish Handbasket

On Wednesday, I said goodbye to my Scottsdale friends, the blue pool, the little dog, and the 112°F heat. My plan was to go west, but first ...

Today I'm feeling a little like Dr. Doolittle might have felt. A little bird with a reddish chest was checking me out through the slidin...

I'm happy to report Maya the dog survived her three days under my care. It was touch and go at first. The first two visits did not go we...

I seem to have become a commodity among an underground network of neighborhood dog owners who need a dogsitter. I picture these dog owners t...

The Art Trailer is a dark cocoon. The windows are now blocked with reflectix and cardboard to ward off the afternoon sun. In addition to the...

During yet another hopeless search through the medical literature, at long last, I found a description of my vestibular symptoms. I could ha...

I'm back in Tucson after my week of dog-sitting. I'm trying to find the humor in 105°F and 7% humidity. Is it funny? I feel as if it...

When I first came to Tucson, I couldn't imagine I'd ever contemplate becoming one of those residents who vacates for six months out ...

It seems kind of charming that all I had to complain about last week was the neighbor's wind chimes. I've heard people say what we r...

 A wall of heat descended on Southern Arizona, and now we are baking inside an oven. As hot as it is, though, it's not as hot as being i...