“Mommy! Mommy! I want to play!” “Why are those birds so angry?”
This Little Piggy Did Not Go To The Nail Salon
As I endeavor to keep my identity a secret, I do lose the option of including supporting photographic accoutrements to posts. So the challenge lies to me to paint a picture with my words, not unlike the people in my life must do for me since my vision loss. In…
Me And Yee
I read this morning that Kanye West’s current condition, whatever it may be, might have been triggered by the anniversary of his mother’s death. We really can find common ground with anyone.
O Christmas List
Although I am in my 50s (early!) I am still asked to provide a Christmas list each year. As much as I protest that I am a GROWN WOMAN, I must admit it does bring back the days of the Sears catalog*, flipping through every toy page, initially wanting everything…
Blind Date
Today is the four-year anniversary of my vision loss. As much as I am keeping extra busy today and trying not to think about it, it’s at the forefront of my mind. I was wondering to myself this morning why it is that dates have so much power over us?…
Black Friday Is The New Valentine’s Day
This is the first Black Friday in 25 years that my husband hasn’t gone to work. It’s a standing joke between us – or is it? – that I always want him working or anywhere other than home. Before you judge me, ask anyone my age and if they say they…
And Just Like That, It All Makes Sense
During today’s Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, I learned that the Pillsbury Doughboy sprung to life from a can of refrigerated dough in 1965. I was born in 1965 . . .
Gravy Plane
Seeing yet another Kardashian board a private plane to rush to their spouse’s side in an emergency left me thinking how ridiculously fortunate they are to have the funds to order a jet at a moment’s notice. Then I thought: Which came first? The crises or the money?
The Ouch Pouch*
Apparently now I am spontaneously exploding as a wound appeared out of nowhere on my body a few weeks ago. Some in my inner circle may infer it’s the evil coming out but I am happy to report that a medical professional was abl e to diagnose it as something…
Keep Calm And Carry Yourself
My husband loves to grocery shop and when I had my sight I was more than happy to let him go on his own. Since my vision loss, we go together on the weekend. I usually push the cart while he stands staring at the shelves waiting for the product…