Snowbrush

Peggy had an esophageal dilation and biopsy on New Years Eve. Afterwards, she was as helpless as a baby, and I was the lion at her gate. Eve...

Some thoughts on (almost) turning sixty (on March 1). If you say to your friend when you’re 29, “I’m screwed-up because my parents were scre...

8:30 a.m. I could tell that Peggy hated to go to work much worse than usual this morning, because she complained about it much less. Christm...

As I arrived at the physical therapist’s, a man my age was leaving. As I left, another man my age was arriving. The three of us are in one o...

To my surprise, Lynn answered my letter of November 28, regarding her “If You Don’t Believe in God, then Sit Down and Shut-up” forward. Here...

Today, I took the dogs biking; visited a sick neighbor in the hospital; got another neighbor to take me to pick up my computer (Peggy had th...

Peggy’s cousin, Lynn, is a practicing Catholics and the mother of a serviceman who recently returned from Afghanistan. She often forwards ul...

John Kennedy was killed 45 years ago today. I was 14 and skipping school in Brookhaven, Mississippi, when it happened. My mother was watchin...

Peggy and I took the van to the Chevy dealership yesterday for an oil change and a grease job. Afterwards, we went to eat. Before I went int...

Recent reading. Lots of books. Always lots of books. One about an elderly couple who were the first to walk across the Gobi Desert. Another ...

My computer has been in the shop for a week. Twice, I complained about the slow service and was told by different techs that I could go to t...

It might have made for more interesting writing if I had cancer, but I don’t. The doctors don’t know what I have. They suggested that I have...

Twenty-three hours and ten minutes from now, I will be told whether I have metastatic cancer. That moment will either be the beginning of a ...

I don’t have biopsy results. The surgeon said she would replace the bone while I was on the table if the lab could tell right away that it w...

The time is 4:20 a.m. I have to be at the hospital at 5:45. I am calm. What will be, will be, and I am prepared to face it with dignity.

I never saw anyone with their throat cut but what they looked the worse for wear; in fact, they looked dead and they didn’t die smiling eith...

It takes about four hours to do the yard up right, and I don’t remember a time in my adult life—except once when I had the flu and twice whe...

I finally had my appointment with the neurosurgeon. She will be my first woman surgeon (no, my second, come to think of it—I must be having ...

I still have not seen the neurosurgeon. First, her staff lost my referral, then she cancelled three appointments at the last minute due to e...

I came across the blog of a young man who is studying Catholic theology and challenged his assertion that suffering is invariably a lesson f...