I’ve been trying to come up with content here, lately. I’ve even panicked, thinking that, for the first time in six years, I’ve failed to write a post for an entire week, and my weekly email wouldn’t go out. I do not want to be the kind of blogger who looks around thinking, “This might […]
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On Curating a Vibe
I was in Napa, California, with my sister’s closest friends (whom I’d never met), sorting through her possessions right after she’d suddenly died of an overdose. I remember feeling extremely cautious about what they might think of me, one friend in particular who had called me once from Hawaii to say that Kim was going […]
That Sunshine Blogger Award Told Me My Writing Is Poop
Illustrated with Part #Who-Knows-How-Many of the How Funky Is Your Chicken images. A Major Award! I saw my name tagged in the blogosphere a few weeks ago by a blogger I really enjoy reading whose site is called @MyGenXerLife. I like his stuff because it’s different: he starts by reminiscing about something personal, yes, but […]
You Don’t Have to Tell Me You’re on Drugs
Illustrated with part 4 of How Funky Is Your Chicken Initial caveat here: there is nothing funny about methadone. I’ve a good friend whose son, Tyler, died of a drug overdose. At several times as part of his recovery he tried to take methadone, and his local clinic made it difficult. The fact that I […]
Why We Really Left the Road
I began our journey in the Airstream in 2020 relatively healthy. Yeah, I suffered from lifelong insomnia. Throw in some serious grief. Probably some chronic PTSD from my past. Seriously, nothing most people my age don’t have, either that stuff or other stuff I know my friends deal with. Your ordinary modern ailments, let’s say. […]
8 Months Since, 4 Months In, 1 Month Until
I was going to call this post “Transitioning,” but when am I not in the middle of a transition? When is anyone? Here’s my stake in the ground right now: eight months since I called it quits with the road, four months into the apartment, one month until we move into the house, at least […]
Stretched, Medicated, Enlightened
As if the world were normal right now ( … as if it ever were, but especially now), I will give you all manner of personal updates, and I’ll try to make them diverting. Enlightened For starters, this is my view right now. It’s the most amazing place. It’s amazing because it’s a 1-minute walk […]
Cautious Optimism on Two Fronts
Unfortunately, neither front is nationally; that I feel more and more pessimistic about that every day. The two fronts I’m talking about are in my small, personal domain. Cautiously Optimistic about the House You know that the mechanicals of the house are in worse shape than we thought when we bought it, which reduces our […]
Finally, Something to Look Forward to That Isn’t Surgery
Man, am I having a difficult winter. December was, truthfully, the worst month I’ve ever experienced, and that’s saying something. This extreme restless legs syndrome makes living hell. Some people are bed-ridden by illness; I have been bath-ridden, because, if I time it right and get the water temperature right, a bath is the only […]
Christmas Stories
Childhood Christmases I grew up in a two-story house in the Virginia woods with my mom and dad and sister and always a good Christmas. Christmas Eve we’d drive to my dad’s parent’s house where we’d eat and exchange presents with his brother’s family—the Coxes. That was a mixed bag, with neither of my parents […]
