"Awe, crap . . . !" Those were the final FCC approved two words which fell from my mouth in his parent's first floor powder room (which remains a gallery for the family's monogrammed and sun-bleached bathroom set) a nano-second after I recognized a rising water level in the bowl. Debris would leisurely bob and … Continue reading “First Door On The Right! And Be Careful . . . !”
I'm pleased to share my latest woodworking project, aptly named Simple Square Box and Coasters. The commission originally asked for a simple slap-together wooden box in which he could place a necklace he purchased for his niece as a Christmas present. So the slap-together wooden box would be tossed into the same heap of recently … Continue reading Simple Square Box and Coasters
The stories you're about to read took place in a town very much like your own. And the streets, and the gardens, and the two-footed, unusually tall, disturbingly loud, rambunctious then ravenous, warm-lapped for napping human's (as I've heard them called) are all, coincidently, similar to your's in your town. With one very distinct difference: … Continue reading Humphrey Tales: All Manor of Cat at Downy Birch (the Foreword)
One more trip to the doctor. One more admission of humiliating symptoms. One more physician's persevering uncertainty. One more hunch about drugs even after repeated failures of 6 week trials. One more hopeful bottle of toxins to ingest. One more set of side-effects to endure. One more crippling debility: Illness’s strong swing of a sharp … Continue reading One More . . .
This is an excerpt from a longer conversation with my cousin who's been living with chronic pain and fibromyalgia. This excerpt was of particular significance because it was answering an unasked question which was hidden "between the lines" regarding hopelessness. If one is faced with 20 years of chronic pain, immobility, mood swings, etc. AND … Continue reading “Hopeless Ness” and the Lass “Chance” (a recent chat) for marsh d.
For the very first time since I swallowed my first 20 mg. tablet of Paxil four-and-a-half years ago, I finally understand why so many people living with mood disorders stop or want to stop ingesting those damned little pills. Those little pills, like slap-happy lovers, amend their promises of change immediately after they've failed you … Continue reading Those Damned Little Pills
Humiliation comes in many flavors: decline, disgrace, resignation, ridicule, shame, stigma, and upset. HUMILIATION BY RESIGNATION AND SHAME A bike to a 11-year old is like a compass to an explorer; it ensures progress, freedom, and discovery. I was eleven or so and riding my Columbia 3-speed (I really wanted the cocoa brown 10-speed Schwinn … Continue reading Hu-mil-i-a-tion, Noun, 2. To Produce Resignation or Shame to the Dignity of Another