• The Stuffing Letter

    The Stuffing Letter

    I have kept a journal since I was 19.  A “journal” is like a diary, except entries are not made daily (though they can be) and it is not meant to be a record of anything:  such as, “met Ryan for coffee,” or “saw Jennifer Aniston at the Farmer’s Market.”  I use my journaling (the…

  • Palm Springs includes pets in its disaster plan

    Palm Springs includes pets in its disaster plan

    Back in January, as Los Angeles endured horrific devastation due to wildfires, I wrote about a subject I fear is all too often an afterthought, if it is thought of at all:  in the event of a disaster, what happens to people’s pets?  At the time, I observed: In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina that…

  • Aftermath

    Aftermath

    It can’t happen here. Palm Springs, California.  Where the winters are like spring in most places, where spring sees the temperatures rising steadily toward that first triple digit day each year, and where the summers, if you’re not used to them, feel like you’ve been transported to the surface of the sun. Palm Springs, California. …

  • An Ode to the Dumpling

    An Ode to the Dumpling

    If we’re going Asian, I gotta have potstickers, gyoza in Japanese restaurants and jiaozi in Chinese eateries.  Either way, they are dumplings – made with garlicky meat or shrimp and vegetables, wrapped in a thin noodle-like wrapper with pleated edges – and they are delicious.  You can get them steamed or fried, and they are…

  • Rage, rage against the dying of the light

    Rage, rage against the dying of the light

    Let’s get this out of the way right at the start.  No.  I don’t know who he is.  But that is not to say I don’t remember him.  Knowing the incubation period for the virus, I can narrow it down to one guy.  I call him “white SUV guy.”  He lived in Larchmont, a trendy…

  • Asking For Help

    Asking For Help

    I got my first “powerchair” (motorized wheelchair) in 2014, seven years after I became wheelchair-bound, and it was nothing short of ecstasy.  For the seven years prior, I had grown accustomed to being restricted to a wheelchair; I wasn’t happy about it, but I made the best of it.  I lived on my own in…

  • Putting America first does not mean putting humanity last

    Putting America first does not mean putting humanity last

    We have a vice president who is a recent convert to Catholicism and, like Ross Douthat at the New York Times, thinks this qualifies him to tell us what Catholicism is (and what it isn’t).  It was JD Vance who was among the last people to see and speak with Pope Francis before he died…

  • What Dreams May Come

    What Dreams May Come

    “…and then a whole bunch of us were gathered in what looked like a laundry room and it was weird, but I could stand up on my own, without a walker or a wheelchair.  And my sister was standing next to me, but she wasn’t really my sister.  She kind of looked like that girl…

  • State of Play

    State of Play

    I think most of us for most of our lives have been mostly unaware of politics.  By that I do not mean we’ve been ignorant, and obviously it doesn’t apply to people who live and work in that world.  We all want lower grocery prices and charges at the gas pump, reasonable health care costs,…

  • The Test

    The Test

    80 years ago today, a man died.  He has long been a hero of mine, though I know him only from history books.  He was a disabled man who, at the age of 39, began experiencing symptoms of a paralytic illness that would confine him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.  At…