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Ruh-roh
I’ll be starting cancer treatment soon. Radiation and chemotherapy. Why do I get the feeling that I’m about to walk down a dark alley, on a moonless night, in a bad neighborhood, in a strange city, and a whole bunch of the town’s Baddest Gang members — all with chains, brass knuckles and baseball bats Continue reading
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Thank you, Mr. Riley B. King
It was hard to choose a favorite from B. B. King’s incredible music to mark his passing. So, I chose this one because I like to picture some 3-year old in a car seat, gliding down the road with his mama and listening to this for the first time. He will look down and find Continue reading
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Thanks, Ben
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Storm
Sitting at the computer reading and drinking coffee this morning, my phone rang at 9:30. Woman on the other end: “Good morning. Is this a good time? ” Me gut-punched, recognizing the caller ID: “I guess.” I knew why she was calling. “We have the results of your biopsy from Monday. Poorly differentiated carcinoma.** Thoracic 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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The Moon and You
For you, Maizie… What do you say, Percy? I am thinking of sitting out on the sand to watch the moon rise. It’s full tonight. So we go. and the moon rises, so beautiful it makes me shudder, makes me think about time and space, makes me take measure of myself: one iota pondering heaven. 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
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Rescue Me
Friday morning my phone rings at 7:30. It’s my neighbor. She’s on her way to work and sees a dog running down a nearby busy street. She knows how much I “love helping animals” and she knew “for sure” I’d “want to know about the dog so I could try to catch it.” She can’t 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 