May 27, 2020 No matter how hard I try to stay positive, the world keeps finding ways to dampen my spirits. The other day, I realized I was driving myself crazier by reading too much and too often about the state of things. So I picked up what I thought was a covid-free alternative: the… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Back pages
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Stuporcize me
I’m full. No, make that stuffed. Satiated. Saturated. Gorged. Bursting. My body is aching and my mind is foggier than Beijing on a bad air day. I can almost feel the grease pushing out through my pores. My entire system is sneering and snarking at me: “Are you kidding me? Have you no sense of… Continue reading Stuporcize me
Six feet under and ten feet from the porch
As folks of my age and shelf life get a bit older, a lot of us are probably trying to get various worldly ducks in a row and straighten out things like wills. In any such discussion, there’s the delicate matter of what to do with the actual remains, ye olde corpus of delicti, and… Continue reading Six feet under and ten feet from the porch