When my mother-in-law died eight weeks ago, she left a handful of close friends behind, who have always been like family to us “kids”. Her best friend of 65 years, J, was with us the week between mom’s massive stroke and her death. She had found mom in her bed…
Month: September 2019
Nighttime Neighborhood Listen
I am taking care of my neighbor’s outside cat and every night around 8 o’clock I sit on the porch with her while she has a bedtime snack and headbutts me for loving. I have lived in this place for over 25 years but never sit out front at night….
“Are Uber Still Mad?”
“Are you still mad?”, the Uber driver said, when I told him about my vision loss. I have never been asked this and i knee-jerk replied, “Not any more.” I thought about it and realized I was never mad. I was sad and lost but never angry. I wonder why I wasn’t?…
Pedaling Away The Cobwebs
Two months after foot surgery, this morning I returned to the exercise bike. It was like sitting down to my first meal with my new dentures. If the meal was deep-fried tarantulas, that is.
The Truth More And Less
“I wouldn’t wish my visual impairment on my worst enemy. But I would wish it on someone with no sight. There’s always someone with less than you. It’s not easy to see sometimes, but it’s there. That’s the thing about the truth.” — Sister Rain
P.M. (Per Mom)
When I got sick as a child, my mom had a saying, “You always feel worse at night”. As I made my way through life, this Momism applied to so many things. Teenage relationships, both with girls and guys, the night before an exam, then job interviews as I moved…
I See No Evil But People Still Speak It To Me
Within a few months of each other, two different adult men have told me they would kill themselves if they ever became visually impaired. What the hell do you do with that? Friends say that I handle people’s reactions to my delivering the status of my sight with grace. The responses…
NanaRain.net
When my mom passed away, I kept anything I thought I may want, with the thought that I would go through the items when emotions weren’t running so high. I would lose my sight a few months later and the bin stayed closed until a few months ago. Mostly paperwork,…
Farm Fresh Address
Living 35 miles outside of Philadelphia, my hometown is not a booming metropolis. However, when I go to Lancaster or the mountains (which is generic for remote areas west of us, mostly wooded with big hills and lakes, a generic term used here like the beach being called “the shore”),…