Blind in the Time of the Virus

It seems like ages since I have written about blindness.  It feels so small, so insignificant compared to what the world is facing, but regardless of its weight in a moment or hour or day, blindness is always with me.  Blindness won’t...

Hiking Blind

A friend recently asked me how I manage hiking with limited vision.  I have actually been thinking about writing a post about this since I started hiking again. I thought it might be something other people wondered about as well.  How...

How Do I Get Out Of Here

I didn't start this month thinking I would be writing about mental illness, but I have been so encouraged by the bravery of other writers sharing their experiences, I feel the need to share my own, with the hope that...

Hiking With Dogs (A Rant)

There is a popular hiking spot near my apartment.  It is a walk up into the Hollywood Hills and then about 2 more miles up a path that has been carved into the mountain.  There are a lot of beautiful...

The Flip Side

Ironically, given that this is National Poetry Month, this post is not about poetry (they can't all be), and it may not be particularly poetic.  I just finished and submitted one of the most personal poems I have ever written,...

Vigor in my Stride

I have often lived on the darker side of things, turned toward sadness and despair, wrapped myself in a cloak of sorrow.  I know that this way of living and thinking is simply part of the way I am made,...

Tiny and Immense

When I was first diagnosed with RP and thinking constantly about what it would be like to be blind, I was gripped by the spikes of claustrophobia.  I imagined that the world would become tiny, the darkness choking me and...

Stories from the Edge of Blindness is Spreading its Wings

I have been making some changes to the blog lately, as well as trying to give it more of a presence outside of WordPress.  In case you hadn't noticed, the look of the blog has changed; I had been using...

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...