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Stories From the Edge of Blindness

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

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Blindness

Untethered

I was in the car with my husband yesterday, Thomson Twins jangling in the background, when I started to think of what it means to be untethered.  I am parentless, floating without the anchors that rooted my bones to the earth,... Continue Reading →

All I Have Right Now is Poetry

It has been a turbulent year. I haven't done a lot of writing and almost no submitting, but I did have a few poems come out this month. Right now, it is all I have to share. I already shared... Continue Reading →

From the Quiet comes Poetry

Everything is so quiet and so very loud. Each step I take is labored, heavy and uncertain. I haven't written much at all this year, or submitted or had much published, but today I opened my email to a lovely... Continue Reading →

I Am Not Blind When I Close My Eyes

I have been writing about a storm, hiding behind the clamor of the rain. I have been watching my feelings twist into the drain, willing away their texture and weight. It is futile; this hiding, this twisting, this willing away.... Continue Reading →

Storm

I am in the grip of a storm.  I don't do well in a storm.  I can barely breathe, barely blink.  I am drowning.  I have forgotten that I am supposed to keep my eye on the surface, stretch to... Continue Reading →

My Husband is a Genius

I am super excited!  I have a WEBSITE, an actual website with pictures and everything!  I feel like a real grown up writer, and the best part of it is that my husband, Joe, imagined, designed and created it.  He... Continue Reading →

Little House (For Kat)

I am continuing my recorded poetry series with another poem that was originally published in Wildflower Muse.  Heather put out a submission call for work related to the theme of music, and "Little House (for Kat)" was what came from... Continue Reading →

Rearranging the Furniture

Joe and I have lived in our apartment together for almost 10 years (he lived here 4 years before I moved in) and periodically, we rearrange the furniture.  We love it.  It makes the apartment feel brand new.  It may... Continue Reading →

Beyond Shades of Grey

I never believed that the act of living happened in black and white.  I thought it happened in all the shades of gray, the spaces in between, the cracks and caverns and hidden places.  These past few weeks, I have... Continue Reading →

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