I would hate to lose what little decent writing I might have left here on this blog, so I post very occasionally on the chance that, by so d...

I wrote about it  four years ago.  I stumbled on to the post tonight (really is early morning, it now being about 4:30 AM) and read it, alon...

Six days after the Boston Marathon bombing, I wrote (under a different name) a piece expressing my concerns about the manner in which the s...

It has been a year since I abandoned this blog in favor of a new one.  I had aspirations, I did!  My new blog would coincide with a new me. ...

I could see it coming, months ago.  The energy I once had for this blog was waning.  The time to take a hiatus was upon me.  I kept posting,...

I keep coming back to it:  I find religion in general and churches in particular repugnant in many ways, but I admire and appreciate the abi...

There are times when writing is therapy.  Unfortunately, I have not had therapy for quite some time.  Writing, what little I do, has become ...

Last night's dream, the parts I remember, was strange and disturbing.  I awoke just after a woman's entire arm, up the the shoulder,...

Despite having missed a number of walking days in August, and thanks to going well over my 100-mile-minimum in July, I remain on target to r...

For the second morning in a row, I awoke late, though this morning I was up before 5:30.  Yesterday, it was after 6:00 before I got out of b...

Several years ago, my late sister mentioned freecycle.com to me, praising it as a great service for people who have items to give away and f...

This is a photo of our back patio. This is where, this morning, a very small rabbit startled me by darting out from the bushes just under ...

I walked again this morning, just a tad more than 4.6 miles.  I fumbled with my keys for what seemed like a full minute as I felt my way in ...

I had planned on going to lunch with a friend yesterday, to a place called Flying Saucer .   Flying Saucer is a beer emporium, a place wher...

These last two, and now three, days my right ankle has been sufficiently angry at me to prevent me from talking my usual morning walks.  Ins...

I used the chihuahua as bait. In my neighborhood, where muscle-bound tattooed guys wearing wife-beaters strutted with their spike-collared...

At the very moment he realized the finite store of available cash was shrinking more quickly than the time available to spend it, he absorbe...

It has been more than six months since my sabbatical began.  My plans to live the life of a vagabond have been largely derailed by, first, t...

Early one recent morning, just before 9:00 am, I attained a certain level of enlightenment. It may be transitory, like so many epiphanies ...

The money pit continues to consume my savings and my patience. UckingFay OuseHay.

I've been walking quite a bit during the last couple of weeks. A couple of miles or more most mornings and the occasional midday walk h...

I can feel summer coming on. If it were within my power, I would put the brakes on that nasty progression, as summer in Dallas can be overw...

My wife has been helping her sister cope with the immediate challenges of widowhood for almost three weeks. I returned home after just a we...

Yesterday, while my wife and sister-in-law and I were having lunch at a seafood restaurant just up the road from my sister-in-law's hous...

The past several days have made me reconsider all the posts I make on Facebook. This week, the grief my sister-in-law is dealing with shoul...

My brother-in-law, John, died today. It was utterly unexpected; a complete shock. At this point, I don't know the cause, at least not ...

Valentine's Day post redux. Just read the post from last year . I'm a romantic, really. But that's not what Valentine's Da...

I woke up this morning a few minutes before 4:00 a.m. Most of the time when I awaken so early, I look at the clock and roll over and go bac...

I learned tonight that a cousin, who is considerably older than I am, has breast cancer. Some time ago she decided that, if she were ever d...

I suppose it's possible that we're all living lives of mass hysteria. Nothing is real. It's all imagined. The daily drudgery,...