“Although my present shows itself to me in static, disconnected dots, so muted that color cannot get in, the dreams for my future are more vivid than they ever were when I was fully-sighted.“ —- Sister Rain
Month: July 2018
My Conuretutional Rights
“I am second-generation American, my grandparents from South and Central America. I was hatched in Florida and moved to New York where I was surrendered to a bird rescue in New Jersey by a family who could no longer afford to keep me. After two years, I was adopted by my…
’Tis The Season Of Manicures And Pedicures
As I walk my neighborhood on Monday morning, I see no one nor houses where it looks like anyone is home. What I do see, even with my limited vision, are bags set out by the curb for trash pick up, full of lawn clippings, branches and weeds. The manicured…