The Hellish Handbasket

Welcome to the slow motion life of inadequate internet. Haven’t we become accustomed to a certain pace when we surf the Web? Pages load. Map...

Sunday mornings are a good time to drive around Tucson. I like to combine errands, so in addition to learning the city, this morning I plann...

Last night the power in my apartment went off just after 3 a.m. I woke up when my fan stopped. Dead-of-night silence is inordinately loud. I...

I am happy to report I’m starting to feel more settled in my new apartment. My sister texted me to ask if I felt “happy.” She put it in quot...

My new friend Bill at the trailer park has taken a shine to me, it seems. Last week, we rode bikes in companionable silence in the gloaming....

My new friend Bill at the trailer park called me on the phone. “I have something to show you. Come over sometime. But call first, okay, unle...

Bill rides a bike around the trailer park in the evening and we occasionally cross paths as I'm out walking my route. A few nights ago, ...

I came face-to-face with a rotund javelina a few nights ago. I think it might be one lonely female who wanders the trailer park nibbling on ...

Howdy Blogbots. How are you doing? Have you ever wondered how time can seem as slow as summer and yet also be as fast as a flash flood? Time...

  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...

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 ...

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 ...

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...

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...