Stories From the Edge of Blindness

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



A Quiet Sunday

The pugs and I just got back from our long walk of the day.  Sundays are my favorite because the neighborhood is still and quiet, even at 9 a.m.. I took them around the block to the street just west... Continue Reading →

Morning Walk in the Park

Since Joe and I have embarked on this getting up at 4am thing, the second dog walk of the day is around 8 or 9, and I like to take the girls to the park if the temperature is still... Continue Reading →

A Cane in the Hand

On the bus ride across town from my Dad's house to my apartment, I took Zelda out on the bus and kept her in my lap as I listened to a history podcast.  As people got on the bus, I... Continue Reading →

Taking Zelda for a Spin

I have been hesitant to illicit the help of Zelda outside the Braille Institute, but Tamar pointed out to me the importance of utilizing the cane at least at street crossings, to let people know that I may not see... Continue Reading →

Pillars and White Canes

I am a walking disaster. The bruises on my arm and hand and legs, and the bump on my head, remind me that I can't just walk through the world as if I am graceful, as if I can see.... Continue Reading →

Road Burns

I shared a Facebook post this morning from a fellow RPer which joked about inanimate objects exhibiting hostile behavior toward humans.  I often post these kinds of things, in the spirit of camaraderie and to give some understanding, through humor,... Continue Reading →

Preparing for Blossom

There are so many things that have to be done to prepare for bringing a puppy home. The house has to be puppy proofed so she won't get into cupboards she shouldn't and all the necessities have to be purchased,... Continue Reading →

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