I’m halfway through the book I’m reading, the latest by one of my favorite authors, and I have found the main character aggravating from the start. I considered giving up after a few chapters but I love this writer so much, I can’t bail on her or her track record. This…
The new season of one of my favorite shows started last week. I had saved the final episode of the previous season to remind myself what is going on before watching this premiere. That old episode had aired on February 28th. It struck me that so many big things have happened…
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…
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 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?…
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.
“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
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…
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…
