Our cat Folds is going under the knife today. I feel ambivalent about this. The idea of cat surgery seems sort of ridiculous to me. How did we get to this point? Folds was living in the shed behind our previous house when we purchased it in 2002. She moved into our house in 2003. [...]
I hope my dad doesn’t mind me sharing this update he sent via e-mail yesterday: A few years back, Ruth and I visited the Munch museum in Oslo, Norway dedicated to the artist of a famous work called The Scream. It showed a little man screaming. I was reminded of that painting yesterday when I [...]
My dad recently discovered he had prostate cancer. It was “low grade” and slow-growing. More men die with this sort of thing than of it. Among his choices: watch and wait, or get radiation treatment, or just cut the whole thing out. He chose the latter, and on Monday afternoon, he had his prostate removed. [...]
Living, working, loving, playing in the great, tragic city of New Orleans. My hood: Mid-City. This is my personal blog which features all the joys and sorrows and random musings that comprise the story of my life.
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