• Endings, Beginnings

    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 kind with a wheelchair lift,… 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.