In a fairly empty bin in the attic, amidst yearbooks and old job mementos, is my Girl Scout sash, adorned with pins and badges I earned over 40 years ago. I don’t use Braille but the round discs with a sewn graphic allowed me to trace the raised icons to…
Done Dirty By Soap
For those of you new to this site, let me review this blind girl’s archenemies to date. Bread / Twisty Ties Electrical Outlets Bobby Pins If you want to read about the above nemeses, click on their names above, you’ll be taken to their posts. Before you go, allow me…
Flight 93 National Memorial
On September 11, 2001, four commercial airliners were hijacked in a planned attack against the United States. Two airliners were flown into the World Trade Center Twin Towers and a third aircraft into the Pentagon. A fourth aircraft, United Airlines Flight 93, crashed into an open field near the small…
Piper & Me: A Love Story (Part 1-3)
Sister Rain’s Note: In July 2015 I began a series of posts about Piper, my now 17-year-old conure (a type of parrot) who adopted Mister Rain and me when he was 6. I don’t intend to republish previous content on this site but I think the story of Piper and…
A Leaf Lesson
We met in Port Orchard, Washington. I don’t know how long you hung from a branch or how recently you fell to the ground. I do know that you did it gracefully; look at you – how could anything else be possible? I understand the edicts about nature, “leave no…
Her Finally Resting Place
My mom died five months before my vision loss. She always wanted her ashes to go to her beloved New Jersey beach. She and I were the best of friends, traveling to this coastal town many times together for over 30 years. She died at home. I leave there that…
The Optics Of Optic Neuropathy
In layperson’s terms, something attacked my optic nerves. They are a group of nerve fibers that transfer visual information from the eye to the brain. Mine swelled, when the inflammation went down, the nerves were damaged beyond repair. The result is optic neuropathy. My eyes, ironically, are perfectly healthy except…
Gettysburg From My Angle
I have been to Gettysburg National Military Park several times, it’s less than three hours from my home. In recent years it has become personal. My great-great-grandfather was a Union soldier as was his brother. My great-great-grandfather was not at Gettysburg, his brother was. On a previous trip we located his…
My Healthy Pop-Tart
Piper had his annual checkup with his veterinarian last week. He got an A+ and although his mom and dad didn’t have any concerns, the news of his excellent health was a relief. You may wonder what a yearly examination of a bird involves. First, while Piper is still in…
Up The Creek
This site will never be political and although you may associate the subject of this post as a politician, I assure you it is about a man. My husband and I have tremendous respect for John McCain. We went to see him at a rally near our home when he…
