“Getting measured for a bra is like waking up blind. It’s terrifying, shocking, carries a large degree of denial and makes you question everything you thought you knew about yourself and life.” —- Sister Rain
Month: October 2018
Blindsided
It’s fascinating to me that we are able to live our lives without something we have lost and not feel the effects every second of every day. Of course a fresh wound is a different story, it requires a long recovery before even developing a scab, followed by it being…
$150 Later, We’re Rich
Mammogram, g-y-n, dental and eye Tests and exams every year Time consuming and bothersome, always Some come with a level of fear. But nothing compares to one day each fall: Piper’s annual trip to the vet His well-check appointment is nerve-wracking to us His daddy’s and my palms start to…
Forty Is The New Spoiled Milk
I recently heard a reputable medical professional say that the human body is built to work for only 40 years. That explains why on the morning of that auspicious birthday, suddenly your knees crack, your lower back sings and you are exhausted from getting up multiple times during the night…
World Travels
”That’s the thing about travel. It makes the globe feel so big and your own world feel so small.” —- Sister Rain
Sponging Off Each Other
Cameras are everywhere these days. Everyone’s phones, traffic, web, surveillance, security and elevator cams capture our every move. Big Brother is watching . . . but so are the actual people in the footage with us. Much like a child we try so hard not to swear in front of,…
Needles To Say, I’m Falling Apart
The bottom of my foot. My thumb. Twice. My knee. The top of my foot. Twice. If cortisone shots were tattoos, I’d be the hippest visually impaired wife, bird mom, friend and blogger in all the land.
My Lamp Beside The Cherry Door
I never really loved my house. We moved in a month before we were married and it was what we could afford at the time. My husband technically lived with his parents after graduating from college the year before we met, although not long after our first date, ironically, blind,…
At Least It’s The Season Of The Undead
Someone recently told me I couldn’t possibly be legally blind because my eyes don’t look dead. I was appalled, offended and shocked. I could have used the opportunity to educate or fire back an angry retort. Instead, my undead eyes just stared at them. Even seeing the words come out…
Fakebook Friends
We post the happiest pictures on Instagram: everyone smiling, at interesting places, having a great time. We publish wonderful sentiments about people, events and occasions on Facebook. We Tweet about rainbows and unicorns in 280 characters or less. We are all loving life . . . and each other. At…