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December 31, 2019

Happy new year from the Hellish Hand-Basket

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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...
December 22, 2019

Wishing you all the best in this stupid cold season

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On Friday night, Mom was just leaving the dining room as I came strolling down the hall from the back door, dripping from a strangely balmy ...
December 08, 2019

We gotta have art

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The reward for being willing to work for nothing (also known as service or volunteering ) is the opportunity to do more work for nothing. Fe...
November 26, 2019

Happy Thanksgiving from the Hellish Hand-Basket

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This afternoon as I was eating under-cooked apple-and-raisin oat bran muck out of my beat-up thrift-store stainless steel pan, I contemplate...
November 19, 2019

Is there a human in this room?

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In the past year, I've walked down the hall from the back door of the retirement home to my mother's room almost three hundred and s...
November 07, 2019

A talkative passenger gets the Chronic Malcontent thinking

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Thinking is something I do a lot of, maybe too much of, considering that thoughts don't necessarily lead to action. Maybe you have figur...
October 30, 2019

Service is the path to happiness, she says [cue eye roll]

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I'm taking a break between sneezes to record yesterday's networking adventure. (My sinuses are combusting from ragweed pollen. Welco...
October 19, 2019

The Chronic Malcontent attempts to teach artists not to hate business

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As an artist and marketer, I have a foot in both art and business. Sometimes I feel like the anti-Christ of marketing, but still, with a Ph....
September 29, 2019

Put a frame on it and call it art

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I have spent most of my life trying to define art . Before you scoff, I challenge you to define art . Go on, try it, I dare you. Is it beaut...
September 19, 2019

The chronic malcontent plays hooky to go to school

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Last night I took a night off from daughter duty to attend an in-service (teacher training) at the local community college for which I occas...
September 15, 2019

Routines will not save us

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I have fervent appreciation for the power of routines. Life is precarious, and precariousness is stressful. Routines hold us together. Routi...
August 27, 2019

The chronic malcontent gives some payback and gets some payback

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Testing, testing. Howdy, Blogbots, are you reading me? How's it going? Having trouble breathing? I am. We had a little smoke from a gras...
August 07, 2019

The risk of living

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When I was a young adult, I dressed to be noticed. Being in the garment industry, I felt I had a professional obligation to experiment with ...
July 21, 2019

Eighty thousand words in thirty days

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Next Saturday is my mother's ninetieth birthday. Family is coming. The weather should be good. Not hot, not humid. (I feel for my sister...
July 03, 2019

Happy Independence Day, if you can stand it

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Happy Independence Day, blogbots. I hope your Fourth of July celebration is . . . celebratory. If that is what floats your boat. Laser shows...
June 29, 2019

Those who can't . . . teach

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I spent almost ten years teaching business and general education courses to reluctant, resistant, and recalcitrant adult learners, many of w...
June 20, 2019

From self-awareness to self-obsession in two seconds or less

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Howdy blogbots. Has this ever happened to you? You are busy grappling with whatever issue confronts you, no time to think. Then you take a b...