In a fairly empty bin in the attic, amidst yearbooks and old job mementos, is my Girl Scout sash, adorned with pins and badges I earned over 40 years ago. I don’t use Braille but the round discs with a sewn graphic allowed me to trace the raised icons to…
My mom died five months before my vision loss. She always wanted her ashes to go to her beloved New Jersey beach. She and I were the best of friends, traveling to this coastal town many times together for over 30 years. She died at home. I leave there that…
I am not a child. I do not have a child. I do not have a grandchild. And yet I recently visited the Please Touch Museum in Philadelphia, a collection of interactive exhibits encouraging, no, demanding, that children explore and learn. The reason for my visit was to view artifacts…
It would be remiss of me not to address the pandemic in the room in one of my first posts back. It was an unexpected, everything comes to a full stop, oh my god people are DYING, there’s a monster outside the house horror we’d only seen in the movies….
Like any self-respecting Type A personality, each day I make a To Do List for the next day. My first stop is always my calendar, then I fill in other projects and tasks that require my attention tomorrow. I had gotten a haircut the week before and somehow both my…
On a frigid January night, my husband and I walked to our car after visiting a friend. I looked up at the 5:30 p.m. east coast sky and inquired if the dot I thought I saw was the moon. Mister Rain said that it was, followed by a request for…
