The Hellish Handbasket

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 ...

The death of my cat smashed a hole in my life last week, leaving me a shattered mess. I've done my best to ride the waves of grief as I ...

I wish I could say it was my mother, but no, it was my cat. On Tuesday last week, I took him to the vet for his annual wellness exam. They c...

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...

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 ...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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

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....

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...

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...

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

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...

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 ...

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...

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