The Hellish Handbasket

Last week I left you with a cliffhanger—would I survive the dental debacle or would I run screaming like a crybaby into oncoming traffic? We...

I remember a moment several months ago, sitting outside the care home with Mom in the dark. Even masked-up and six feet apart, we did a pret...

I would prefer to exist in the realm of the intellect, eschewing all things physical. I don't like remembering I have a body to inhabit ...

Today I donned rain gear and risked a walk in the park. As I kept one eye on the clouds, I thought about how I would describe the evolution ...

I'm relieved to have survived 2019. As I wait for 2020 to blow us all to smithereens, I am reflecting on some accomplishments, challenge...

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...

Yesterday I braved impending wind and rain to slog around the reservoir. It wasn't terribly cold; I had no good excuse to stay home exce...

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. ...

Howdy, blogbots. I'm taking time out of stressing about my mother's impending move to assisted living to reflect on my morning adven...

Today as I was holding a dinky flashlight over my landlord's shoulder so he could attempt to rewire the thermostat of my electric heater...

I'm not seeing anything funny to blog about these days. The world is in chaos, the helpless are suffering ... I'm starting to think ...

This evening I was sitting in a meeting, reading out loud to a small group from a list on a piece of paper, and I found myself slurring some...

I've only been to Skyline Memorial Cemetery once, with Mom to direct me, some years ago, so I wasn't sure I would find the place. Th...

As I shake the cat hair and fingernail clippings out of my keyboard, I reflect on the possibility that sometimes vertigo is just vertigo. It...

Events conspire to reinforce my belief that everything is going to hell in a stinky hand-basket. Planes. Mountains. Smithereens. Blown head ...

While I wait for my hemorrhoidal printhead to dry from a deeper cleaning than recommended by the manufacturer (a sitz bath in warm water), I...

I've had a problem with ants at the Love Shack since I moved here over ten years ago, but with these warmer winters, the little beggars ...

I surely should have my brain examined. Something funny is going on in there. I fear it's termites. I think if a curious surgeon happene...