Hollywood doesn't set you free; she crawls under your skin and into your head. She feeds you her pulse and pulls you into her sun starched rhythm. In Hollywood, there is no such thing as typical, no blueprint or... Continue Reading →
With my recent decline in vision and subsequent approval for mobility training, I have been retracing my RP life in degrees. When I was diagnosed with RP, I had about 50 degrees of peripheral vision. 7 years later, I had... Continue Reading →
In the years since I stopped working, I have made a point of avoiding the navigation of urban life as much as possible. I hide away. Frustration and fear are my constant companions. My vibrance has been sand papered away and I... Continue Reading →
Stories From the Edge of Blindness 