The Hellish Handbasket

Earlier today things were going pretty good. On track. Banking got done with a minimum of effort. People smiled. Laundry got done, all soc...

Whenever I hit a roadblock in my writing, I open up the blog, my cry to heaven. The blog listens and doesn't talk back. Everyone should ...

My friend often admonishes me to stay out of the wreckage of the future. That is always a good reminder. I have a tendency to fret about the...

So far this morning, in an effort to avoid working on my dreaded concept paper, I've cleaned the cat box, cleaned the human box (AKA the...

While I was sitting on a concrete bunker in Mt. Tabor Park today, catching my breath after trotting up some steps, a older man ran by me, dr...

Finally the low pressure system moved north, leaving space for a rush of warm air from the southwestern deserts, my someday home. Warm at la...

In my last post I described the mammoth production known as graduation, which happened on Saturday morning (mandatory attendance by all facu...

Not many people visit my blog, not surprisingly, because I've only told a handful of people that it exists. Duh. But for some odd reason...

When I'm under pressure from life and want to escape, I read whatever sleazy paranormal romances I can find at the thrift store. I'm...

I can always tell when my colleague in the Gen Ed Department (I'll call her Sheryl) has some juicy gossip to share. Sheryl waved me into...

Sort of like the waves of tsunami debris piling up on Oregon beaches, the unpleasant realities of my life are piling up outside my mental do...

I've been covering a keyboarding class for a colleague who was out for the first two weeks of the term. On Monday she returned in high d...

Seeing my mother mending her bones in the rehab down the street is triggering my awareness that I spend a lot of my time believing in the ...

My normal state is to feel precariously perched on a thin edge, like a malcontented gargoyle glaring at the world. As I listen to the garden...

Finally, at the age of 55, I think I get it. This is it, this is my life; whether I like it or not, this is my life. It doesn't matter h...

Here's an academic quality question for you. Just in case you care. What happens if faculty define academic quality as critical thinking...

That is the conclusion I reached today as I trundled my way to Freddy's to replenish my empty fridge. Driving to the store is one of tho...

I had a 20-minute chat with my new dissertation chair this week, before all the end-of-term madness began. She actually called me . If there...

The term ended today at the career college. Last week was spent preparing finals, administering finals, and grading finals to the few studen...

Do I have the word sucker written on my forehead? I guess there's one born every minute, and I'm it. I fear my naturopath thinks I...