In the previously published story, “Hats Off To My Hats,” I mentioned that a baseball hat brim is a useful tool for the visually impaired, as sunglasses often add to the darkness we are already living with. A ball cap cuts down on any glare we may be experiencing. It’s…
On the one year anniversary of an incredibly large, random act of goodwill having been bestowed upon me by a complete stranger in Sedona, Arizona, (“An Iced Vanilla Latte With An Unexpected Shot Of Kindness“), on the other side of the country, kindness strikes twice. Returning to our car in…
SISTER RAIN NANTUCKET WEEK X2 3 / 10 I had read about the Sconset Bluff Walk months prior to our trip, learning that it is on a public footpath along the east shore’s high bluffs behind private houses. The trail is very narrow at times and is not level. While…
Sister Rain is hitting the slopes! No, she’s not. Never has, never will. Sister Rain is sporting the latest sunglass trend, recently debuted at Paris Fashion Week! No, she’s not. Never has, never will. Then what the heck are these goggles all about? Prior to testing at the Hospital of…
As I settled into a chair in the foyer of my hair salon, my stylist greeted me from the desk in the main room. She immediately asked me if that was my baseball hat hanging on the peg rack across from me. I said, no, that it wasn’t and she…
It is not easy to always be a passenger, even when running local errands with my husband or going to lunch with a friend. I LOVED to drive before my vision loss so there’s that, plus the fact that a huge portion of independence comes from being able to operate…
In the never-ending irony that is my life, and possibly yours, since losing my sight even the most routine functions require me to jump through hoops. Hoops that I cannot see. #sisterrain #alittlesightalotofheart #legallyblindwriter #blindnessisaspectrum #opticneuropathy #visuallyimpaired #blind #hoopswhereitis
How is it, do you suppose, that blue became the poster child for sadness? It doesn’t seem fair that this one color bears the burden of unhappiness. “Blue Christmas” is the anthem for the melancholy during their least wonderful time of the year. If I had been given the choice…
In December while traveling to the Washington, DC area, my husband and I went across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge (not to be confused with the tunnel). I thought about the places Mister Rain and I have been in the last few years. The water beneath us, I realized, is the…
As I licked the last envelope for a mailing to promote Sister Rain, I picked up the pile of 50, pushing together both sides and the top with my hands, the bottom cradled securely by the desk. Something in the back of the stack brushed my thumb so I investigated….
