Life
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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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Don’t make me say this again…
An egg, for this context, is a reproductive body produced by a bird. An egg consists of an eggshell (the protective layer), a yolk (the yellow part) and albumen (the clear gooey stuff we call the white). We refer to the egg as the sum of its 3 parts. An eggshell is the thin, hard Continue reading
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Mary Oliver
Nothing important enough to take up your time except this. Poet Mary Oliver died this week on January 17th. She was important enough in my life to acknowledge her passing here. The comfort and introspection I derived from her writing while I was going through cancer treatment was lifesaving. I don’t read a lot of Continue reading
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Three Years
Unless you have or have had cancer, you won’t appreciate the significance of the title of this post. Cancer anniversaries, regrettably nicknamed “cancerversaries” (see “anywho,” “guestimate”), are measured not from diagnosis, but from end of treatment. I don’t know about all protocols, but mine consisted of six weeks of radiation (5 days per week, about Continue reading
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Just in case
She clips the coupon for the HoneyBaked Ham, just in case And puts it in her purse, just in case At Target, she buys sweet candy and colorful baskets, just in case She dyes eggs, makes potato salad, arranges flowers just in case She tries to smile, just in case 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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Memories
These days it’s hard to find a breath of fresh air in the midst of the suffocating, soul-sucking black cloud that engulfs us all 24-7; namely, Donald Trump and his syndicate of grifters, ghouls and goofballs. Between lung cancer and Trump-drama, good things sometimes get buried in my worry pile. I savor all the bright 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 