Sometimes when I am cleaning the grate that goes in the bottom of Piper’s mansion, he likes to “help”, climbing up its rows to hang out for a bit. It slows me down but how can I feel that way with this cuteness? There are many times when Piper just…
Mainely Quiet Mornings
At 7:12 am on the first morning of vacation, my husband and I heard the loud sound of machinery being operated close by. He investigated, reporting that there were landscapers mowing and weed wacking the yard of our rental home. I was enjoying my coffee and a mimosa on the…
Row, Row, Row Your Psyche
I am a woman of a certain age so sleep is no longer my friend. Correction, I love sleep, always have, but it is now unrequited. I often wake up at 4 or 5 am, after an hour fully alert, I fall back only to end up dreaming some craziness…
Hoops, Where It Is?
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
And Then I Had An Inkling
Whenever I take handwritten notes, instead of using my phone or iPad, I use a Sharpie, writing very large so that I can see it later. I always end up with black Sharpie ink all over my hands. I joke that I feel like a child with finger paint under my…
Piper & Me: A Love Story (Part 12)
Sister Rain’s Note: In 2015, I published 9.5 parts of “Piper & Me: A Love Story.” Beginning in March 2024 I reposted them weekly. I have since written new chapters and will continue to do so. If you would like to read any of the parts, type “Piper & Me”…
Here’s Looking At You, Maine
As we crossed the bridge into Cape Elizabeth, Maine, I was transported back to an early morning last December. My husband and I were at Arlington National Cemetery, waiting for the gates to be opened for the start of Wreaths Across America Day. We had only been home from Washington…
I Am My Own Woman And Her Too
When we are very young, we cling to our parents. Once we have entered double digits, it does not take long before the battle for independence begins. By our teenage years, this fight makes the Revolutinary War seem like a discussion with your spouse about what to binge next (although…
If Only One Hue I’m So Glad That It’s You
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…
Adaptabil-To-Me
When you live with a disability, you spend your days adapting to a world created and operating for anatomically correct people. Sorry, Ken. I have never liked the word “accept” but “adapt” is something I can get behind as it is necessary to survive when something goes wrong with your…