The Hellish Handbasket

I keep returning to a theme—the idea that life is neither all good nor all bad. After trying to weigh the good stuff against the bad stuff, ...

I talked with a friend on the phone tonight. It's a welcome distraction to listen to someone else's problems so I don't have to ...

Do you ever wish you could freeze time? Shut off the clock, silence the calendar, you know, take a vacation from the daily detritus of life ...

The old suburban farmhouse in which I did most of my growing up had a Bartlett pear tree just outside the back door. Every few years we coll...

Howdy Blogbots. You’ll be happy to hear I finally have fast internet. Fast enough, anyway. What a relief. Being on the wrong side of the dig...

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 ...