Stories From the Edge of Blindness

In 2002, Retinitis Pigmentosa changed my life. This is my story of a slow approach to darkness.


October 2017

Am I too Negative?

Something has been on my mind lately and  I have been hesitant to write about it in this particular forum; I worry that it may upset some people, but I feel compelled, so I will write it and face the... Continue Reading →

I Just Wanted to buy Milk

We needed milk, desperately (my husband is an avid tea drinker) and I had a prescription ready at the pharmacy, so even though it was hot, I had to venture out to the grocery store.  I am not a fan... Continue Reading →


  *A note to new readers:  Welcome to Stories from the Edge of Blindness and thank you for reading!  I just wanted to let you know that when I refer to Zelda (or Z), I am not talking about a... Continue Reading →

Reluctant Side Kick

*To new readers: When I refer to Zelda (or Z), I am writing about my white cane.  Thank you for reading "Stories from the Edge of Blindness" Reluctant Side Kick Zelda and I have reconciled, again.  I suppose we are... Continue Reading →

Short Essay in The Furious Gazelle

I am super excited that one of my short essays came out in The Furious Gazelle today.  They have accepted a second one that will appear in January of next year!!!!

Rejection Skin

I went through a period in my late twenties when I was writing almost prolifically and sending my work out a lot and getting published a little; it was when I acquired the skin necessary to deal with rejection.  I... Continue Reading →


My poem, "Mortal", was published in WildFlower Muse in March of 2016.  I am posting it today in honor of the anniversary of my brother's death.

4 Years

Today is the 4th anniversary of my brother's death.  He has been on my mind more than usual this week and I woke up this morning feeling like it must be impossible that he has been gone so long. I... Continue Reading →

Encased in Glass

Welcome to "Stories from the Edge of Blindness".  For those of you who are new readers, when I refer to Zelda (or Z), I am referring to my white cane. Encased in Glass My neighborhood has gone insane.  It has... Continue Reading →

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