The Hellish Handbasket
The life and times of a chronic malcontent
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Dissertation Hell: Get me off this Z-ticket ride!
Art Hell: Do what you love and you'll probably starve
Vegan Hell: The atrophied malcontent admits defeat
Educator Hell: If the student failed to learn, the teacher failed to teach? Really?
About the illustrations: Art is for everyone
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July 25, 2021
Life in the trailer park shadows
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Howdy, Blogbots, all seven of you. How is it going? It's Sunday again. I don't have much to report on the Occupy an Apartment fron...
July 18, 2021
Stuff in the here and now
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Welcome to monsoon. At any moment the sky can rip apart and dump buckets of rain on your head. You walk along the road toward a lovely pink ...
July 04, 2021
Still homesick for something
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It's been six months since my mother died. After her death, I was busy helping my family wrap up the estate. Then I was immersed in the ...
June 27, 2021
Monsoon stampede creative vertigo head mess
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I'm working on my second novel. What else is there to do when it's 110°F outside, I don't have a television, and moving day isn...
June 20, 2021
The myth of attracting what we fear
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It seems kind of charming that all I had to complain about last week was the neighbor's wind chimes. I've heard people say what we r...
June 13, 2021
Chime in when ready
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A wall of heat descended on Southern Arizona, and now we are baking inside an oven. As hot as it is, though, it's not as hot as being i...
June 06, 2021
Can you prove that you exist?
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When I planned my move to Tucson several years ago, it never occurred to me that I might have a hard time renting an apartment. There was an...
May 30, 2021
Dodged another opportunity
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I'm hoping my housing search is going to be a Goldilocks tale of too much, too little, and just enough. If I were any normal person with...
May 23, 2021
You can't take the city out of the girl
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A bit of wind blew in a bank of gray clouds and a little rain, which dissipated into lots of puffy white clouds. I guess blue sky is back. I...
May 16, 2021
Reality and wishful thinking walk into a bar
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You know how you have a picture in your head of what something will be like after you buy it, and then after you buy it, you realize it is n...
May 09, 2021
A conversation with Mom on Mother's Day
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Today was my first Mother's Day without a mother. I occasionally forget she's gone and feel an urge to bring her up to date on the l...
May 02, 2021
Starting a new life in the desert
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Howdy Blogbots. At long last, I'm coming to you from beautiful northwest Tucson. It really truly finally happened. As promised, I moved....
April 18, 2021
The delusions of an impostor
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I'm typing my final Portland blogpost from a miniature desk crammed into the chaotic mess in the main room of the Love Shack, a place I ...
April 11, 2021
Burning up some gas
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Do you ever get a hankering for some humble pie? Me neither. But sometimes we get served up a slice whether we hanker for it or not. This wa...
April 04, 2021
Gnashing and grinding our pearly whites
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Hello to my six (sometimes seven) readers. You know who you are, even if I don't. Thanks for taking time. We are all busy, it's har...
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