I’ve learned a lesson in community building, brought to me, once again, by Gus, a creature of few but consuming passions. His favorite neighborhood store, besides Rainbow Meats where he often gets pork cracklings and marrow bones, is Pioneer Pet Feed and Supply....
I first heard Ray LaMontagne’s haunting ballad, “Trouble,” at Caffe Umbria’s espresso bar on Occidental Place. Obsessed, with the lyrics on a loop in my head, I had to have the CD. “Listen, just listen,” I said to Leslie....
Nothing shifts perspective quite like a sudden change in mobility, and I’m always curious about how people process those changes. So I rushed to connect with a woman sporting an ankle boot as I rolled home with Gus who pulled to make contact, too. She told me...
On my birthday, many years ago, I remember one particular pronouncement from one particular neurologist, “This won’t kill you,” this being my condition, Adrenomyeloneuropathy. The delivery was brusque but honest. Hearing it was a relief at the time. It moved me from...
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