Postmortem In the late winter of this year, I struggled with the treatment for my blood cancer, multiple myeloma. It consisted of three ingredients taken over the course of a 28 day period. My quality of life, due to side effects, was poor. I’d toughed it out over seven cycles, but the drugs did not … More Postmortem
“We are all just walking each other home.” Ram Dass My days follow a simple pattern. I walk, I read, and I nap. Today, I wander through our neighborhood alone. Current events reveal a world gone mad. I am careful to not dive deep into the follies of mankind. It’s a whirlpool of regret. Wars, … More Friends, Canes, And Walking
I fed the birds all winter long. I scattered seed and hung suet cages. A multitude of sparrows, juncos, and chickadees visited during the dreary time of mid-winter. As the days lengthened in March, more colorful species began to arrive. Gold finches and their rosy cousins brightened the budding lilacs. They stopped by for snacks … More Ordinary Things
“Writing is a form of activism.” Brooke Warner I am a mediocre typist. Hunt and peck is my style. Furthermore, my fine motor skills deteriorate with age. The pinky of my left hand wanders. When I attempt to strike the letter A, the letter S often appears instead. Or, that little finger double taps a key, … More Writing
“If I knew the way, I would take you home.” The Grateful Dead Thirty five degrees: good walking weather for January. I drove two miles west to the trailhead. The sky was pale blue and smeared with transparent milky clouds. I turned my collar up against a brisk breeze. The forested trail, damp from recent … More Zen Creek
“Sometimes, what you are trying to hold onto is exactly what you should let go of.” Anonymous The first nurse I knew was my Mother. She received training at the University of Wisconsin. That would have been the mid 1930s, during the depression. I don’t think she practiced her vocation when living in the midwest. … More The Company Of Nurses
“There is nothing to do. There is nowhere to go.” Thich Nhat Hahn I had an appointment with an oral surgeon in The Dalles, OR. It’s 20 miles east of my home in Hood River. The morning sun made freeway driving difficult. At one point, I gunned the engine to speed by a cluster of … More Riverwalk
“The future happens, no matter how much we scream.” Derek Walcott I meander through my days, indifferent to their purpose. I seek elusive peace. I play golf with friends. Or, I indulge in the calm and quiet of our local library. Sometimes, the Columbia River waterfront beckons. There, I mingle with the dog walkers and … More Summer’s End
Stray cats prowl our neighborhood. Each day, I leave a small portion of kibble on our porch. I place it under the eaves, sheltered from rain and gusts of wind. The food disappears. I’ve noted two visitors. One is burly. He has the demeanor of a New Jersey mobster. He must have a home. His … More Lost and Found
“How long must we live to learn how to survive?” Jhumpa Lahiri from Roman Stories March chores. I rake leaves. I pick up broken branches from January’s storms. I gather the debris for composting. Crocuses peek out from under the white bark birch. I rest for a bit. I drag out the tiller. I turn … More March Chores
Good Blood, Bad Blood 