Family
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Parking lots I’ve known and loved…
Yesterday I went to the pharmacy to pick up hospice medications for my husband, who is in his last peaceful hours. His beloved family envelops him, he’s in no pain. We are very fortunate. I’m so tired I can’t walk straight. I’m so exhausted I can’t think straight. My body is so fatigued I’m in Continue reading
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Old notepads…
This morning I found a list on an old ruled notepad my daughter, now a mature woman, had made as a young woman. At first glance, it wasn’t anything sentimental, just 3 columns on a yellow lined pad with bright, aesthetic headings in red ink. A sign-up sheet, but I can’t remember for what. But Continue reading
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Shouldn’ta left your keys out, Pops
One summer, when I was 10 or 11, my older brother and I “borrowed” our father’s golf cart from the cart shed at the country club1. It was my brother’s idea. I was just along for the ride. Or not, as it turned out. (My father was playing golf at the time. He played golf Continue reading
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Am I still here?
Well hell. It looks like it. In that case, might as well try a new look for the blog so you won’t notice that I haven’t written anything in a month. The Two Things page may not get updated anytime soon because now that a walking mental disorder and his presidential* shitshow have invaded our Continue reading
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Words and pictures
My blogging buddy and friend over at BrainPickles ended a recent email to me with this favorite: ‘When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,’ said Piglet at last, ‘what’s the first thing you say to yourself?’ ‘What’s for breakfast?’ said Pooh. ‘What do you say, Piglet?’ ‘I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?’ said Continue reading
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Dancing
This post has nothing to do with anything, just a particularly sweet memory that surfaced today. And since I got nothin’ else you want to hear about — unless you want to hear about the setbacks and side effects of cancer (and I assure you, it’s always something gross or annoying, if not possibly life Continue reading
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Promise
in spring in an open field barefoot in the diamond dew of morning we walk, our fingers locked your little hand, mine bigger silently, suddenly (what joan didion calls ‘the ordinary instant’) a narrow stream of water appears between us you on one side now me on the other bread and butter our fingers locked Continue reading
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Ride like the wind
My unused bicycle has been languishing on my patio for a while now, collecting various patio chaff. I bought it at a garage sale and used it to go back and forth to my daughter’s house two streets away. Continue reading
About Me
This blog started out as letters to my dog maizie but devolved into meaningless observations from a half-deaf cancer alumnus introvert navigating the noise you other people make.
DEARMAIZIE 