I live my life in two-month increments -- the amount of time between cancer check-ups. If that sounds bad, consider that it used to be one-month time periods, until this past April when Dr. B put me on a two-month observation plan.

The move begins.

It's been a nice trip back to New Mexico, surprisingly free of drama and undue angst on the home-finding front. Speaking of which, I have: I found an apartment Monday afternoon, right after I got into town (nothing like slamming down a 660-mile r

I'd heard the advertisements. I watched Ted Koppel's interview on "The Daily Show." I made a mental note to avoid the Discovery Channel at 7 pm Sunday night.

Well, Friday night, I took the first real steps towards moving in July. Raided my closet and drawers, throwing old clothes into one of two bags -- either heading for the trash, or Goodwill. Sigh.Actually, my "first" real step towards moving

Yikes... what a couple of weeks. A brief update:My grandmother is now in assisted living... and hates it, calls it the worst decision she's ever made, and all-but-screams her family talked her into it against her will. She is used to a two-story