I am in the throes of ecstasy. Relax, this is a family blog.  The pleasure to which I’m referring is produce-related. I just made it worse, didn’t I? Let’s get back on track. Fresh corn on the cob, watermelon, cantaloupe, tomatoes and now peaches. Oh, the peaches. I will admit…

The humidity here in Southeastern Pennsylvania has been brutal this summer. We live in a perpetual state suffocation when we step outside as the thickness surrounds us and makes it hard to breathe. We take showers only to start sweating again from the minor exertion of drying off. Doing our…

While at CVS downloading photos from my phone to print, I noticed to my right a woman waiting to use the kiosk, looking something like this: Upon my second glance, I realized that this is what was really there: Crazy, right? Keep in mind that I don’t see color, my…

Four years ago today, we brought Piper home from the rescue. He was a different bird back then, defensive and sometimes aggressive. He had been through a lot in his six years prior to our meeting, having been surrendered to the rescue by his previous family who could no longer…

Someone asked me yesterday what my super power would be. Without hesitation I said, “sight”. X-ray vision? 20/20 will do NICELY. Ability to fly? Driving a car again is the only method of transport I need. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound? Being able to see the depth of a…

If we had dreams while we were awake, they’d be called hallucinations. — Sister Rain

Last Christmas my husband gave me wireless Beats headphones. When I lost my ability to read, I started listening to a lot of talk radio to fill the immense void left behind when reading books was no longer possible, Also, not so much anymore, but in the early days of…

At the Apple Store today I was introduced to the tech who would assist me. I’m going to be honest, SisterRain.net’s promise to you, and tell you that at first glance I was disappointed. My specialist, let’s call her Steph as an homage to Steve Jobs, was older than all…

The commentators were talking about an athlete who had competed in a previous Olympics and at the time this particular diver was 16 and weighed 70 lbs. I remarked to my husband that my one thigh weighs 70 lbs. at which he responded by performing a medal round coughing fit…