Most days my dog and I walk to our neighborhood park. It is the highlight of her sweet, furry day. And mine, too, usually. On the way we pass a white house on a corner that is a group home for severely disabled young adults. A big, fancy van, the […]
I’m certainly not a poet, or even a writer, but this space gave me a needed outlet during an extraordinary shift in my life. Six years ago I was diagnosed with lung cancer. I think I wrote this the day I got the phone call. Funny. I remember writing it […]
I don’t watch much TV and I don’t follow the royals except when they do something amusingly stupid, but I watched the Meghan & Harry interview with Oprah and read some of the follow-up fallout to (rolls eyes) Her Majesty et al. Here then are my important insights, so pay […]
Release me to the skies in a million pieces To ride the thermals with the hawks, delighted, enchanted, free Then let me float past them, effortless, to oblivion
When I was diagnosed with lung cancer, one of the first things I did was Google “what it’s like to die from lung cancer.” In April 2015, the odds of beating my disease were pretty dismal. Convinced I wouldn’t make it past Christmas, I started reading to prepare for what […]
At 12:45 this afternoon, I said goodbye to my sweet Moses — another (like all of my cats) foster fail. I could never let them go. Fourteen years ago, he was rescued as a very young kitten, found among the tall reeds in a pond. I don’t know if he […]
There are two small index cards with quotations taped to the neck of my computer monitor. They are the first things I see when I sit down at the computer. I put them there when I was going through chemo and radiation when god you’ll reach for anything to get […]
I’ve mentioned before that I use this blog mostly as a repository of things I want to remember since, you know, chemobrain. Here’s an example. I don’t know a black hole from a pot hole, but I know it mattered that he did. An extraordinary human (and fellow atheist) left […]
Just kidding. My opinion is worth about two cents, so unless it would result in some real change, I won’t add to the debate except to say that change will never happen as long as the NRA owns the U. S. Congress. More power to the Parkland kids, though. I […]
Dear Maizie: I hope you, Emma and Ellie are running through some soft, high grass and stopping to discover new smells. I hope the sun is shining on your velvet head. I hope you are eating those little cheese chunks you like and taking long naps under an old oak […]
