Snowbrush

I love Peggy. On the wall over my monitor is something she wrote on yellow scrap paper 20 years ago, which is but half as long as we've ...

First, I want to thank you religious/spiritual people who read this blog because, ironically, it has primarily been your emotional support t...

Joan and I had been casual friends for twenty years. Her funeral today was at Wesley where she served as lay minister. We never talked about...

Oxycodone is at least a little useful for relieving my pain, plus it makes me very, very happy. Some people say that narcotic happiness isn’...

What is it with a cat that he would run up behind his adopted mother night after night, bite her gently on the calf, hold his teeth there fo...

It stimulates thoughts and feelings that I wouldn’t otherwise have, and takes me deeper into myself than I could otherwise go. It makes the ...

I first heard this song in 1991 while driving, and had to pull over to cry. The song not only portrays a real event; the event portrayed has...

When a blogger friend dies, it’s abrupt even when it’s expected. Where you had a loving friend, you now, if you’re lucky, have one of her fa...

Josh moved next door when he was eight, and he’s now seventeen. He wants to design and build motorcycles for a living (he has already built ...

Now that I’ve been on marijuana for months, I have to ask myself how good it is for pain. I would say that for long term use, it’s as good o...

Peggy (in photo) and I met Greg in 1987 through a national group marriage organization that was headquartered here in Eugene. He considered ...

Barack Obama—the same man who falsely promised to close Guantanamo Prison—now has several times more people locked away without charges than...

There aren’t a great many arguments to support the existence of a god, and studious atheists have rejected them all. This makes any attempt ...

My mother would become infuriated when I smoked marijuana, so I did it in front of her every chance I got. I was that way about everything t...

Having old dogs is like having old parents. Sometimes, I just wish they would get it over with and die already. Other times, I feel honored ...

The nasty looking stuff in the bottle is 190 proof ethyl alcohol in which marijuana leaves steeped for three months. You’re probably thinki...

Matt’s daughter killed herself last week. When I listened to him on the phone today, I felt such terror that I had to monitor my breathing s...

A very liberal woman told me at a party last night that I’m the only Mississippian (I live in Oregon, but was a Mississippian for most of my...

I finished my work in the laundry room today, a project that would have gone faster had I not been obliged to continually stop to chase Brew...

Now that Peggy’s gone. I get up between 10:00 and 11:00, eat oats or Grape Nuts for breakfast, work all day while I listen to Western audiob...