I recently read the book Blind, written by Rachel Dewoskin. It’s a fictional account of 15-year-old Emma, who is blinded in a fireworks accident. Towards the end of her story, Emma talks about not liking when people say “I can’t imagine”. She questions, why can’t they imagine?I’ve given a lot…
I went Christmas shopping yesterday with my friend. We had such a great time. In between breakfast at a local diner and appetizers and cocktails at a favorite bar in late afternoon, I realized a few things. Before my vision loss, I used to love browsing in gift shops, book stores….
My friends all have expressed that this year, they just can’t seem to get into the holiday spirit. I am in the same sleigh. It’s more than the stress and overwhelming feeling that usually accompanies the days leading up to December 25th. I realized the severity of my condition when…
Today while wrapping some gifts my husband has to take into work tomorrow, I cut a good chunk of my left hand thumb fingernail off with regular scissors. It was just the nail and no skin, thankfully, and the first scissor mishap I’ve had since the loss of my sight….
We mindlessly water you once a week, an almost nuisance item on our weekend to do lists. While other flowers flaunt their endless array of striking hues during the dog days of summer, you lay dormant, patiently waiting. Then, just as the weather and our surroundings change to gray and…
I have a great holiday game for you: Wait until night. Turn off the lights. Close your eyes until you have the minimum amount of sight without them being completely shut. Now decorate your tree!!! EXTRA POINTS FOR PUTTING THE HOOK ON THE ORNAMENT! It’s the holiday version of Pin…
This season is touted as the best part of each year, but in reality, it is extremely stressful. Of course we all know what this holiday is truly about but no one in my inner circle is immune and every one of us is on high alert and in survival…
I hate working out. Hate it. I have no endorphins and the only high I get from exercise is the high amount of expletives I say to myself as a mantra, in tine to my pedaling or the music. But I do it. Six to seven times a week, alternating…
While working on a blog post today I misspelled Christmas and autocorrect changed it to Christ mad. I don’t care what your religious beliefs, that ain’t good.
