Maizey
Maizey is crazy. We call her that and we are the ones who love her. Whether I tell Maizey’s story
cancer
Door Number Eight
It is the last day of January and the first post I have made in this year. I am climbing
Beauty
Reagan left. She was here for a week, shouldering by herself the big task of keeping me company in addition to completing
Finding Jubilee
Three months, give or take. I am, in a distance measured by time, three months down the road from the diagnosis and surgery
