The Hellish Handbasket

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...

I can only remark that life is so strange so many times before it stops being strange and starts being the new normal. Everyone has challeng...

  I'm blogging tonight because it is a task on my calendar. That is the only reason. My brain is a stinky pile of pudding. I've spen...

If I could sum up my primary problem in one sentence, it would be this: I can't stop trying to make sense. Sense of my life, sense of ot...

I'm delinquent again on posting my weekly blogpost. My apologies to my five readers. I noticed I have written 606 blogposts. Jiminy cric...

I sense some sort of adventure is lurking over the horizon. Right now, I'm too tired to chase it, but I think it is close by. I hope onc...

Happy Mother's Day. If you aren't one, you had one, and even if you hated her guts, you can't deny you got birthed. It's not...

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...

It's been a good week. The vertigo bucket in my head has been mostly calm sailing. The salt shaker in my right ear has been mostly silen...

  In the past two days, two people have asked me if I'm really a chronic malcontent. I've been complaining in this space since, what...

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'...

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...

Happy holidays, Blogbots. May you have as much joy as you can stand during this stupid, cold, virus-infested, consumer-obsessed season. I...

Howdy from Albuquerque. As I sidled along tidy sidewalks next to cinder block walls and wooden fences in the neighborhood today, cold in the...

It's 449 miles between here and Albuquerque, a drive of approximately six and a half hours, or more like eight hours, the way I drive. I...

I talked with a friend on the phone tonight. It's a welcome distraction to listen to someone else's problems so I don't have to ...

The old suburban farmhouse in which I did most of my growing up had a Bartlett pear tree just outside the back door. Every few years we coll...

Sunday mornings are a good time to drive around Tucson. I like to combine errands, so in addition to learning the city, this morning I plann...