The Hellish Handbasket

After a day of snow flurries and House Oversight Committee testimony, I'm ready for spring. Mom and I agree, it's time for winter to...

We all know how the story ends. In the movies, the hero's loved one declares faith in the hero's capacity to overcome obstacles and ...

Winter finally arrived, only a month late. Snow is on the way! Yesterday, in anticipation of Snowmageddon, Portlanders swarmed the grocery s...

I sit at my worktable with my stockinged feet ensconced in a polyester fleece pillowcase containing two socks filled with cheap rice that ...

Balmy temps (50°F) have inspired me to open a window to air out the accumulated housitosis consisting of body odor, burnt onions, unvacuumed...

The cat materializes out of nowhere as soon as I sit down to blog. I assume he has some ideas about what I should write. Or else there is a ...

Howdy, Blogbots. Happy new year to all ten of you. Here's hoping 2019 is even better than 2018. More drama, more chaos, more angst, more...

Multiple times a day I suddenly enter my body and imagine how I would react if the retirement facility called to tell me she's gone. Fir...

Back in 2014, I knew something was wrong with my mother when she stopped folding her towels correctly. The proper way to fold a towel (any t...

I try not to think too much. It's my defense against cognitive dissonance. Cognitive dissonance occurs when my body does one thing while...

As I scrubbed my bathroom floor (a once-in-a-lifetime event), I contemplated the impending end of another year. Everyday, I wonder if I will...

During the holidays, people like the idea of connecting more than they like the reality of connecting. A friend sent me a nice email to expr...

My mother lives in an assisted living facility that can handle most levels of care. Unless she punches the daylights out of her annoying tab...

Do you think about death a lot? I do. Could be the season (tomorrow is Halloween), could be the weather, could be the events happening in th...

Bless me, Blogbots, it's been weeks since my last post. I've been busy. I put fleastop on the cat. I went to the bank multiple times...

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...

I'm bone-dog weary, but I keep slogging through the days. On the bright side, sunshine! On the dark side, dementia! Life is a balance sh...