There’s not much to write about these days as Dad has settled into a steady state. Doctor’s visits aren’t fraught with the same level of anxiety as we’ve all adapted to the cycles of his …

I got new glasses. Not just any glasses, either, but the ones that announce the onset of deterioration. The ones that say, “The eyes are tired now; next stop: doddering.” I’m sad about the glasses …

Dad’s arthritis has decided it needed to branch out, franchise. So it moved from one foot to stake out new territory, claiming the other foot for a Starbucks.
You can’t win for losing.
He had a few …

“Feeling better?” Dad asked this morning.
“Was I feeling bad?” I asked in return.
“You seemed at a low ebb,” he said. “On your blog.”
It’s funny that he keeps up to date with my heights and valleys …

Sometimes I find my own interest in my suffering galling. Here I am, forty years old. Nice house, good life. Amazing kid, unbelievable and perfect husband who thinks I’ve got merits too. Enough money through …

That Dad’s condition still has the power to surprise me keeps coming as a surprise to me.
After the chaos of the first couple of weeks of Dad’s illness, and then the incremental revelation of his …

Ah, the patter of little feet around the house. There’s nothing like having a midget for a butler. W.C. Fields
Dad told me yesterday after he read “Get It, Got It, Gout” that they had an …

There are phone calls, and then there are phone calls.
The first round of phone calls I made were the un-fun variety. They were the ones that exposed Dad’s Klingon for what it was, and it …

New links up top. Too tired. Can’t write anything pithy.
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In writing about cancer, I could expect to discover that things can always be worse.
Not my situation, which all things being equal has been pretty good. Sure, my Rock and my Pop has a wee …

New and unusual designs from a roving band of lagomorph gangsters.

Where does one begin? With the mortgage debacle, days to closing on the new house and learning that we may not be approved for one of our loans? Or maybe the movers dropping our furniture …

A few weeks ago, my husband decided to read the real estate listings so that we might live vicariously through others by visiting open houses. It’s a hobby we picked up after we bought our …

Dear Bun,
LET GO OF MY LEG! Just for a minute or two. Just long enough for me to keep this scorching hot pan from sailing down on your head or at least long enough …