Snowbrush

Killer and Candy (why, yes, I did give them aliases) are former Jehovah’s Witnesses (JW for short) who walked away from that cruel, isolati...

If you're in the mood for happy music, go to my last post, but if your inclination is toward darkness, stay here. When I started medical...

I found Lou Bega’s CD A little bit of Mambo at Goodwill last week and, not having heard of him, decided to risk $2.69. Peggy likes him more...

Russell—my habitually jobless brother-in-law—lived by the motto: “Dope will get you through times of no money better than money will get you...

As a child, I couldn’t imagine that anything existed apart from my presence, and this resulted in the happy thought that the entire universe...

I started out smoking my pot with a homemade pipe, but I hated that pipe, so I got a store bought one, but I hated it too. I then bought a b...

After praising the pain-killing and mood-elevating qualities of marijuana in my last post, I cut my Naproxen (an anti-inflammatory) by half ...

The trouble with choosing people older than yourself for friends is that they sometimes look at you with a wry smile, and you know they’re t...

This is a better than average shot of Peggy because she's not wearing her usual photo-face (not too badly, anyway). As for Brewsky, ther...

Getting my marijuana card and my first batch of legal pot (legal under Oregon law—it’s still a federal crime) took two weeks and a day. Utte...

As I lie awake in the wee hours, I think of death, not so much mine as Peggy’s. I don’t believe I could live without her. I don’t believe I ...

I am now living a life in which I am desperate for sleep. I don’t know why I’m in such pain, but since I felt similarly after my previous su...

For decades, I’ve written my way through depressive periods, but this last one was too deep. The more I despair of ever being free from crip...

Until I was ten, my family lived in the country, and I substituted TV characters for playmates. My favorite program was The Huckleberry Houn...

I called Mark’s office (Mark is my orthopedic surgeon) on Tuesday saying that my pain level was through the roof, and I needed to see him. H...

This post was precipitated by an atheist’s blog in which the owner said she had donated blood for the people of the U.S. Bible Belt after la...

The day after I last wrote, my pain level went through the roof and has stayed there, prompting me to take a phenomenal number of sleeping p...

I just came from the doctor, and he and I agreed that things are going splendidly following my shoulder replacement twelve days ago. This co...

Miscellaneous experiences and reflections Three shoulder surgeries in 25 months. If you don’t think that sounds like fun, you really ought t...

Three months later, a soldier who was about to go into battle wrote the following letter to his wife. July the 14th, 1861 Washington D.C. My...