I’m not sure what to say on this page.
Other blogs have really clever “About” pages. This one does not. Chemo and radiation killed the few clever cells I had left, and, if I’m honest, I doubt I had that many to begin with.
About me: I’m a proud introvert, half-deaf and keep to myself, as a result. My Twitter bio reads, “Useless old person. Friend to animals, Earth and science. Knows how to use apostrophes.” Besides my grandkids being my moon and stars, that about sums it up.
Oh, I guess I should mention that the last four years of the grifting, inbred shitshow that ravaged our government have only served to enhance the already healthy malcontent in me so if you’re inclined to want to argue, just move on. I’ll block you anyway.
Who is Maizie?
My dog Maizie was the single most loving, beautiful, gentle, sweet creature to ever draw breath.
My daughter and I rescued Maizie in 2000, running along a busy street. She was young, maybe around two. Exhausted and scared, she crawled into the car like she knew us and promptly fell asleep. We went through the motions of finding whomever she was running away from, but when he called and said he couldn’t understand how she escaped since he always kept her “tied to a tree and she never got loose before,” we decided she deserved better. She came into our hearts and our home for 13 treasured years, like that’s where she belonged. And she did.
In the spring of 2013 we lost our sweet girl to cancer. Her spirit is with me always, but, oh, what I would give to feel her warm, velvet ears on my face.
I’ve always loved pens and paper and design and color, and I guess that attraction transferred to the computer. (I was a Web developer in my working life.) Tell the truth, it’s more fun playing with themes and colors than it is actual writing.
I’m not a writer, but I love words and language. The idea of having an anonymous little space to record thoughts and impressions is enjoyable. Think of me as your introverted neighbor waving hello from my porch (no, I don’t want you to come in, just wave) and screaming into the void about the stupidity of humankind.
Also, I was diagnosed with lung cancer in April 2015. Then the blog was an outlet to help me record and recall the big and little moments of those first days when it was all such a blur, and reflect on what those days mean to me now. I remember scouring the Web searching desperately for answers, so if reading about my experience will help even one person going through the same thing, then it’s worth it.
If you would like to contact me, dearmaizie1 at gmail dot com.
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