The Best “Happy-ness” Comes When You’re Not Looking
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This is probably a rhetorical question,...
If I’d Written A COVID Diary
The lede would have been, "Day 1: Dear Diary, what in the actual fuck?" While my brain was catching some z's last night, filing...
Perception v. Reality
So Begins the category I have lovingly named "Hattie Matters" in honor of this gray little bundle of love and terror that came into...
A Half-Day Hermit Furlough
As of this writing, I have been effectively housebound for the last two and a half months. Having spent the last ten years happily...
I Crack Myself Up
I could play the "blind card," or I could claim a senior moment, or I could even try to make the case that I...
The Best Voices Are The Ones In Your Head
I know, I know... I have issues; obviously, any shrink worth their salt would dispatch a gaggle of white-jacketed thugs to your address...
Beauty In Chaos
If such a thing existed as a self-portrait of internal brain function, mine must surely be this image. I took this picture about a...
Body Of Work
I thought about writing an autobiography once. I had a good chuckle with myself, thinking it was not only a self-indulgent vanity to think...
A Tricky Tricycle Caper
My birthday came and went a few weeks ago, quietly and with little fanfare as birthdays should be once you have fallen headlong into...
The Counsel Of Cats
It will come as no surprise, Hermit that I am, that I spend Thanksgiving by myself, in the company of my cats and my...
