Piper fascinates me in many ways. It makes sense, after all, he is a parrot, I am not. Piper can sometimes be territorial over his favorite toys. For example, he may attack your hand if you are replacing the sticks he has pulled out of his hanging wood toy. At…
Do you recognize when you are content? Like me, I bet you are often too caught up in the logistics of a life, the balls in the air that must not fall, the speed of juggling always needing to increase. When do any of us have time to take a…
I took 5 years of Spanish in school but there is another language I spoke that no one talks about anymore. I doubt if my 19-year-old nephew has ever even heard of it. It is the language of lines and squiggles: SHORTHAND. My mom took it in the early 1950s,…
Although my tagline is “A Little Sight, A Lot of Heart,” it really could be “I Loves Me Some Technology.” I have written many a story about my iPad and its features, what I am able to do because of them. There are so many apps to assist the blind…
Sister Rain’s Note: This is the twelfth story in a series about my search for an ancestor who was a Patriot in the American Revolutionary War. To read the previous posts, click on the following: “Historical Society Of Pennsylvania“ “The Search Heard Round The World” “The Son-In-Law Of Liberty” “This…
It is no secret that Piper is a little angel. And he’s got the wings to prove it. #sisterrain #birdmom #adoptdontshop #parrotsofinstagram #conure #ahelpingwingparrotrescue #piper #piperssecret
I once again have led my long-suffering husband to new treasures along the highways and byways of this great country. I never tell the poor man where we are going, I navigate us to the address, telling him to be on the lookout for anything “unusual.” Mister Rain is not…
I have never used a meat thermometer, although I do have one that was provided to me by Blind & Visual Services when they came to the house about a year after my vision loss to see what tools and gadgets they could offer me to assist with daily living….
For many years, I attended Philadelphia Flyers games at the Wells Fargo Center, although back then it had a different name. I shared season tickets with a friend and my mom and I would cheer on our hockey team there often. When I met my husband we would attend games…
Sister Rain’s Note: This is the eleventh story in a series about my search for an ancestor who was a Patriot in the American Revolutionary War. To read the previous posts, click on the following: “Historical Society Of Pennsylvania“ “The Search Heard Round The World” “The Son-In-Law Of Liberty” “This…
