Unloading

As we enter the fourth year of Jill's terminal diagnosis, we're surprised she's lasted this long. For the past six...

Seventy

Today, I’ve turned seventy. No longer can I pretend, as I might have in my sixties, that I’m still “middle...

Weeds

It’s been months since I’ve attempted a blog post. Just haven’t felt up to it, as there’s no good news...

11 Months

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="500" class="aligright"] roof of the garden shed[/caption] I thought I saw a hummingbird yesterday day, so I made...

A Late Valentine

[caption id="attachment_4599" align="alignleft" width="367"] Oliver[/caption] Last night I heard a pack of coyotes yipping and yapping like college kids on a...

Our Cancerland

As Jill’s cancer worsens, I’m anxious to render as best I can the full picture—which is to say we’re not...

We Have No Air Conditioning

We feel this most keenly during July and August, as we stew in the muggy mid-Atlantic swelter. Two months of...

Triple Dose of Ritalin

Lately, I’ve been finding comfort in reading Charles Bukowski’s poetry, probably because he was so ruined and honest on the...