Sister Rain’s Note: The stories I write share the things that make up large parts of my life: Piper, travel, vision loss, US history, my marriage. Reading is also an important component. I am not, nor ever will be, a book influencer, but I can, from time-to-time, offer my recommendations….
Potential buyers for the house next door walked around the exterior of the property for sale. It appeared the young couple had brought their parents to see the place. “An older couple lives next door,” the son said. Ouch. I haven’t met my new neighbors yet, but they have already…
The they that say the devil we know is better have obviously never stared at the ceiling during the dead of night when the peace and quiet on our outside leaves nothing but time and space for the war and noise on our inside. In these hours we would be…
Even though I am unable to see what is out there, I usually take a picture from my plane window seat before takeoff. On this particular morning in Philadelphia, a few minutes before 6 am, the sun had begun to rise. When I saw the photo, it felt fitting: the…
Waiting at the eye doctor’s office for my appointment, a woman came in with a walker. She was probably in her 80s and talked very loudly, as she explained to the receptionist that she had recently had back surgery. Next she complained that her husband was waiting in the car….
Arriving at the 2026 All-Star Game in Philadelphia (click here), everyone in attendance found a rolled card in their cup holder. Provided by Mastercard* as a way for the stadium to honor those affected by cancer, the one side explained what the placard was for, the other proclaimed, “I STAND…
Some people believe that the universe is always providing us with signs, all we have to do is pay attention. If you subscribe to this theory, you no doubt weigh the validity of those signals that are ambiguous. And then there are the messages that are indisputable, so blatant that…
My father-in-law and I had a great relationship, we laughed, talked sports and had our own inside jokes. The absolute pleasure of knowing him, of being family with him, was mine for 25 years before he passed away. One time he was at my home installing some shelves in our…
Though mid-June, the humidity that accompanies this month and the two that follow every year in Southeastern Pennsylvania had graciously delayed its arrival into the region. On this day, temperatures in the high 80s were not formed by heavy, thick, warm air that once inside your body covers your bones…
My husband pulled up to the curb and I hopped out of our rental car to use the bathroom at Bryce Canyon National Park. The woman already waiting turned to smile at me upon my arrival. “What is Sister Rain?,” she asked, seeing my t-shirt with its name, logo, tagline…
