Jeery doody
People who have been reading this blog for a while know that I’m an unapologetic introvert. A lot of writers are, because writing requires you to spend a lot of … Continue reading
Too close for comfort … 🔥
Yesterday we got our fire-season wake-up call when word came over the scuttlebutt network that there was a small fire a couple of miles away. A photo showed heavy smoke … Continue reading
Everything must go
A little too close to home. The Caldor fire, I mean, just about thirty miles away from me as the crow flies. This thing exploded from a couple thousand acres … Continue reading
Life beyond the tipping point
I know I go on and on about what bad shape democracy is in these days, and under my generation’s watch for the most part. It’s pretty depressing. You’re all … Continue reading
I’m sick–covid or not covid?
MONDAY—I’m writing in real time to document what feels like textbook 2021 angst. By the time I press the publish button, all the questions I have right now will have … Continue reading
Homeward bound and gagged
Every time I go back to St. Louis, where I was born and raised, I’m flooded with a complex swell of emotions. This might happen to everyone who leaves a … Continue reading
Friend slips
An article about the nature of friendships drifted in front of my face the other day—specifically about how some friendships naturally fade as time goes on. It prompted me to … Continue reading
To inanity–and beyond!
Are you, like me, a little miffed at billionaire space fantasies? Everyone watched over the weekend as Virgin’s Richard Branson shot himself into “space” in a test flight that has … Continue reading
No room for ER
I mentioned that I had a run-in with the medical-industrial complex last month. I’m doing much better now, thanks. One of my experiences was an afternoon/evening at the friendly neighborhood … Continue reading
Missouri breaks
In a few weeks, my wife and I are heading back to St. Louis to see my family for the first time in a couple of years, thanks to the … Continue reading
