Articles in From the Deep Freeze
Going on Safari With the Wildebeests of Long Beach
It was about the time that I began critiquing the fashion choices of our fellow passengers in the Long Beach Airport that I realized I may have reached my limit for what the brain could …
Hazard Insurance for Social Calamity
The obligatory social functions one is committed to once you have a child are difficult for shut-in’s like myself. If I was childless, younger and spoke completely off the cuff, no problem: my outbursts might …
The Photograph
When my father was looking somewhat ghastly towards the beginning of his cancer adventure, it would have never occurred to me to take a picture of him. Not that photos are either bad or good–they …
Get It, Got It, Gout
It’s hard to believe how obtuse I can be. Despite all the tests and wills and health directives drawn up, you’d think I would get it.
But sometimes it just takes time, even when you’re looking …
Fate: ∞; Human Condition: 0
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 …
Behold a Pale Baboon
The whole family is at an ebb right now, and it’s difficult to know how to shake it. We’re totally mired in our own round-robin of emotions, and they seems to circle each other, rise …
The Glossary of Dad
271: The first number that hinted at more than a bladder infection found in his PSA blood work. It should be well below that: 4 or less. It’s pretty hard to square that circle, isn’t …
Sundays on the Couch with Lars
*I found this old gem hiding, deeply buried in god-knows-what alley of my hard-drive. I can’t believe I never published it. If I did publish it, I can’t believe it I don’t remember it. It’s …
Love Letters
As predicted, moving with a bun is less than optimal, although I haven’t decided to trade him in yet. Unfortunately, I also have the worst case of laryngitis I’ve ever had (not even a squeak …
The Lovers, the Dreamers and Me
Back before I joined the club with the lowest standards for membership (“Just forget to wear your rubbers!”), I used to go out socially once in a while.
One night a few years ago, we went …
Our Lady of the Slaw
No matter how many books you read, no matter how many parents you know or kids you’ve spent time with, there is no mentally tangling with what will actually happen once the lodger is born. …