The Hellish Handbasket

In my fledgling career as an amateur dogsitter, I can now claim to have cared for three dogs. Juno is the biggest dog, so far. She's an ...

I miss my stuff. Almost all my possessions are ensconced in a 5' x 5' storage unit over by the mall. The cubicle is 8 feet tall, oth...

A life lived in fear is a life half-lived. I know that is true because Fran said it in my favorite movie, "Strictly Ballroom," and...

I have an aversion to eating anything with a face. If a creature would run from me if it could, then I do not want to make it a meal. Even i...

I'm happy to report Maya the dog survived her three days under my care. It was touch and go at first. The first two visits did not go we...

I seem to have become a commodity among an underground network of neighborhood dog owners who need a dogsitter. I picture these dog owners t...

July is one of my favorite months. Almost everyone I know was born in July. Well, not quite "almost everyone," but a lot of people...

The Art Trailer is a dark cocoon. The windows are now blocked with reflectix and cardboard to ward off the afternoon sun. In addition to the...

During yet another hopeless search through the medical literature, at long last, I found a description of my vestibular symptoms. I could ha...

I'm back in Tucson after my week of dog-sitting. I'm trying to find the humor in 105°F and 7% humidity. Is it funny? I feel as if it...

I don't know about you (because I never hear from you), but I imagine you get weary of me whining about the ongoing disintegration of my...

Today I heard someone on a video meeting casually express an interest in moving to another city, as if that were normal, natural, and doable...

Most days, I can't tell if I'm in my right mind or not. Some days I think, I can do this, I can camp in my car, be a nomad, go on ad...

Homelessness probably can be a spiritual experience for people who are supremely enlightened. I’m not one of those people. Homelessness to m...

Have you heard it said, "When one door closes, another door opens"? What are we supposed to make of that? It's not a truism, i...

I'm back in Tucson, after my long-anticipated/planned/dreaded month-long road trip. Thirty-four days long to be exact. It would have bee...

Day 28 of my epic road trip finds me parked in a Lowe’s parking lot in Reno, Nevada. I’m taking the “back road” back to Tucson, which means ...

Day 22 of my epic road trip started as a typical spring day in Portland. That is to say, cloudy, damp, chilly, and depressing. I just droppe...