The Hellish Handbasket

This week, I got lost in the forest. I survived. Just want to get that out of the way up front. It was only for a few hours, and I wasn'...

Mike (not his real name) is a flabby grizzled aging man with no front teeth and a cute roly-poly dog named Roxie. I met Mike and Roxie this ...

This should be interesting. I didn't bring my keyboard into the mall with me today, so I'm typing on the virtual keyboard that comes...

Spring in Portland is an on-again off-again phenomenon. Now you see it, now you don't. Now it's sunny, oops, now it's raining. A...

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...

I left Sacramento and drove for hours toward the beach, committed to escaping the heat and smoke of the central valley. I made it to Eureka ...

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 ...

My younger brother used to be able to shoot down house flies with rubber bands. That takes some real skill. I don't have that skill. I r...

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...

  I have an ongoing quest to lighten my load. To that end, I have offloaded more kitchen stuff to my housemate. This trailer easily absorbed...