Snowbrush

As most of you know, my wife, Peggy, has pancreatic cancer. Among her oncologist's first words were:  “I t would be reasonable for you ...

  The photo is horrible, but despite the fact that it doesn't portray Peggy as the lovely woman that she is, it does speak to the hideou...

  Marc Uemera I'll begin with a brief update for those who don't know what's going on. Peggy, my wife of 53-years--has been told...

  Dianne, Jimmy, my father, and Peggy, in our trailer home, 1972   I haven't written sooner because too much has been happening, and it ...

Kirk (see photo) said that the PET/CT Scan showed two areas where cancer is likely. One is the ping pong ball lesion on her ilium that we al...

The following was written on May 20, the day after Peggy's  CAT/CT scan. I have but little time for editing. We didn't get fifty fe...

The following was written on May 13, and is the first segment of an ongoing narrative. Please forgive me for leaving you in the lurch; I wil...

Looking west from near the summit, source unknown 1,518-foot Mt. Pisgah got its non-Indian name 175-years ago when an early settler felt suc...

This is my bedroom. The walls of my bedroom are pink, and the walls of Peggy's bedroom are green. Every two weeks, we clean house, and i...

Since Donald Trump's inauguration; the beauty of my bedroom; the solace of nearby Mt. Pisgah; and the affection of Peggy, our cats, an...