Snowbrush

When people praise me for my bravery in sharing so much about myself, I think it means they would be embarrassed to do the same. Ironically,...

I meditate on death and little but death. In every face, I see the eyes of a corpse, but it’s also my own corpse that I see. My body becomes...

I’m going to catch hell if I really use that for a title, so remind me to change it to: Dogs are obedient children; cats are thieves and van...

how many seconds the average community television viewer could bear to watch any of the discussion groups you’ve ever been in? I just spent...

My pet name for Peggy is Fluffy after a squirrel that was in a Little Golden Book that my aunt got me when I was four. I personally hated ...

The Southern Baptist Church is the second largest Protestant denomination in America, and by far the largest in Mississippi. Like a few othe...

When I started college in 1967, my new friends were light drinkers, so I became a light drinker. When I transferred to another school three ...

I started drinking in 1964 when I was fifteen. I didn’t exactly decide to get wasted every weekend; I just didn’t consider the possibility t...

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 ...