My dog got carded last week. Not at Hackney’s, don’t be silly. Everyone there knows Whitney is 21 (in dog years). My Seeing Eye dog Whitney was carded last week in the lobby at 30 N. Michigan, a Chicago high-rise where my doctor’s office is. Every human who walks in has to show an i.d. […]

Last Tuesday afternoon four creative and energetic young guys showed up at our door armed with audio equipment and cameras. Ho hum, just another day for Beth Finke. One of the four guys was my friend Mike Grant’s son, Sam. Sam and his buddies Craig Benzine, Matt Weber and David Wolff got some good news […]

I’ve run across some bottles of wine with Braille labels on them over the years, and when I found out that the woman who’s been running programs for senior citizens at Renaissance Court ever since I started leading memoir classes there was retiring today, I thought a bottle of wine might be the perfect gift. […]

I spent hours each morning alone with my friend Sheelagh Livingston during our trip to Northern Ireland last month. We talked about our partners, the Mournes (her favorite mountains to climb), her nephews, our plans for the afternoon. Sheelagh didn’t avoid talking about her health, but she didn’t want to dwell on it, either, so […]

Here’s a guest post from my husband Mike Knezovich: Beth’s in two distinct minorities: She’s blind. And she’s one of the minority of people who are blind who also use guide dogs. (I’m leaving out that other ultraminority she’s in — you know, the group of people who have had a benign tumor the size […]