When I first met Maizie, she was about eight years old.  Just a wisp of a thing.  I quiet girl who, devoid of any siblings, was accustomed to playing by herself.  

Maizies parents were one step from homeless.  They moved around a lot, drifting from town to town, and job to job.  Her step dad did not have many skills, so work was kind of hard to come by, and given his attraction to the bottle, even harder to keep.  Truth was, he was between jobs far more frequently then he was working.  So Maizie’s life had been kind of tough on a girl her age.  They weren’t in one place long enough for her to have any friends, and she missed a lot of school.  Further, being an only child living in an adult world, she spent a lot of time on the sidelines, excluded from the attention…

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I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I created this blog as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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