The Hellish Handbasket

As most of the rest of our beleaguered nation shudders in single digit temperatures, we here in the Pacific Northwest (or as I like to call ...

Merry happy, Blogbots. An inch and a half of snow has shut down the city and trapped me (well, my car) on this hill. What else is there to d...

The care facility called me tonight to tell me my mother was “confused.” I wasn't sure what that meant. The nurse's aide said, “Can ...

We are cruising toward winter here in the Pacific Northwest. It's dark by 4:30 now. At the care facility where my mother lives, the admi...

Howdy, Blogbots. Happy Thanksgiving. I hope you are fortunate enough to spend the day doing something you love with people you love. Here ...

My shrimpy maternal parental unit braves the wind, rain, and cold multiple times a day to indulge her nicotine habit. She likes being outsid...

I let a friend read my anonymous blog. The next time I saw her she said, “I have a challenge for you.” I thought she was going to ask me how...

You know things are heading south when feng shui-ing your desk seems like a solution. Today as I was avoiding writing an article I'm not...

Howdy, Blogbots. How's it going? Are we there yet? Where's there? I mean, have we made it to hell yet? Sure feels like we'll be ...

The wind turned again and brought the pall of smoke from the Eagle Creek Fire back to Portland. Last night the smell of smoke woke me. I got...

Howdy, Blogbots. What's new? Yesterday I dropped by my mother's former condo to tell the new owners where they could find the remote...

Today as I was slicing a bulbous slippery yam, the knife slipped and chopped down on my left pinky. Afraid to look, I wrapped a wad of paper...

Yesterday as I was watering the wilting mini-roses at my mother's condo garden, I thought about how I would like to die, if I have a cho...

I took a weekend off and visited Albuquerque, NM, for a reunion with some friends. Traveling was sufficiently stressful to distract me from ...

My maternal parental unit has got the squits. Ever since she moved to to the retirement community, she's been plagued with explosive . ....

As a long-practicing dermatillomaniac, I assess my mental state by how many raw open bloody wounds festoon my cuticles on any given day. A f...

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

I've been wearing the same tired old pair of winter shoes for five years. I love my beat-up Merrills. They've taken me through mud p...

I've hunkered in my cave long enough. It's almost spring. Time to do a little networking! If you've read any of my blog posts fr...