An elderly man living with Parkinson’s discovered a shivering senior dog at his gate — and somehow, their unsteady bodies became a source of calm for one another.

as Parkinson’s does.

But I became less afraid of being seen.

Mabel and I shook openly.

At the mailbox.

At the clinic.

At the support group.

On the porch while neighbors waved.

I stopped hiding my hand in my pocket.

There’s a freedom in no longer spending all your strength pretending to be steady.

One afternoon, Lucy visited and drew a picture of me and Mabel continue reading …