“Whoever coined the phrase ‘Don’t sweat the small stuff’ never had to blow dry their hair in an unairconditioned bathroom in 100% humidity.” —- Sister Rain  

I was a Girl Scout when I was a young girl. I remember coming home from elementary school and telling my mom I wanted to join my friends on Monday nights in the basement of the Lutheran Church in town, learning campfire songs I still know to this day and…

“Although my present shows itself to me in static, disconnected dots, so muted that color cannot get in, the dreams for my future are more vivid than they ever were when I was fully-sighted.“ —- Sister Rain  

“I am second-generation American, my grandparents from South and Central America.  I was hatched in Florida and moved to New York where I was surrendered to a bird rescue in New Jersey by a family who could no longer afford to keep me. After two years, I was adopted by my…

As I walk my neighborhood on Monday morning, I see no one nor houses where it looks like anyone is home. What I do see, even with my limited vision, are bags set out by the curb for trash pick up, full of lawn clippings, branches and weeds. The manicured…

It brings me joy to find the right gift for the special people in my life. Anything I come by, though, is no match for the happiness they bring me every day. There is one special someone in my life whose use of the things I’ve chosen on their behalf makes…

We are supposed to live in the present. Being stuck in the past isn’t healthy or what life is about and nothing about tomorrow is guaranteed. All we have is this moment. But what if you are creating something that will be your future, a passionate endeavor that requires a lot…

I’ve always been a tomboy, my older-by-eight-years brother’s hand-me-down toys some of my favorites. G.I. Joe went on as many, if not more, adventures than Malibu Barbie and Suntan Ken did. Surprisingly, though, I never went fishing, as many of the kids I grew up with did and seems the…

“I knew we had crossed a line when my husband started referring to me, Alexa and Siri as his sister wives.” — Sister Rain  

Amy C. My first overnight at a friend’s house that couldn’t be seen from my own. It was 7th grade, my first year in junior high, when your world explodes beyond the fifty kids you’ve known since kindergarten. I don’t recall what her mom made us for dinner but I…