Stories From the Edge of Blindness

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


Love Stories

“Things My Mother Left Behind” Available for Pre-Order

I am sitting in my very quiet writing space, typing this in a state of simultaneous disbelief and total joy. I am thrilled beyond the sky to announce that my book, “Things My Mother Left Behind”, is available for pre-order, on Amazon. This is a life long dream come true for me, and I will be forever grateful to River Dixon; an amazing writer, publisher extraordinaire and founder of the incredible Potter’s Grove Press.

To pre-order the ebook version of “Things My Mother Left Behind” you can go here. To visit my Amazon Authors Page, you can go here. To explore the beautiful and diverse catalog from Potter’s Grove Press, you can go here.

I am so grateful for all of the love and support I have received from this incredible community over the years; it has given me a sense of courage I never thought I would feel, and helped a life long dream become reality.

In A Word

I am not here. Really. I am taking a break, working on (now 2 projects) with March 15 deadlines, but I read something yesterday that I absolutely had to share.

Suzanne Craig-Whytock, is, in a word, AMAZING!!!! You may know her as the creator and writer of My Dang Blog, the woman who brings laugh out loud humor into our lives every Sunday.  Suzanne has also written 2 YA novels and yesterday had a story published in the first issue of Slippage Lit.  As I read her story, “Perfect Food”, tears streamed down my cheeks, time stopped.  In the story there is sadness, hope and despair, tragedy and kindness, and it does all of this without fanfare.  It is a story that doesn’t try to hard, just gives you absolutely everything, with perfect rhythm and language.  It is perfectly Beautiful! It is a pleasure to read everything Suzanne writes, and I know everyone will love this story just as much as we all love her Sunday offerings of humor.

Suzanne, you are my Hero!!!!!

A Body Covered in Time

I have been thinking a lot about time.  The passing of it, the motion, the gift and the cruelty of it.  I am thankful for the memories it gives me, the love and friendship.  I  hate it for everything it takes away.  Time shows itself with constant vigor.  It appears in the music I love, the way I dance and my favorite things to eat.  It appears in the lines around my eyes, in the scars that linger and mark the pitfalls of my past.  It shows itself in the explosion of color that traverses across my body. Continue reading “A Body Covered in Time”


I never wrote love poems, not about the good parts of love anyway, until I met my husband, Joe.  Perhaps I had never really been in love before him, or perhaps I didn’t know what real love was supposed to feel like and look like.  What I do know, is that my life and my heart have not been the same since I first met him, almost 10 years ago.

This month is his birthday month, my personal favorite month of the year because it is about celebrating him, so it is perfect that today my poem, “Unwavering” came out in Foxglove Journal.

The Irishman

I don’t often write love poems.  I have written only a handful and they are all about one person. He is a man who has Ireland running through his blood and a heart that beats with a strength and rhythm that makes everyone around him feel safe.  He has faced grief and adversity, but has always persisted, always lived with a true voice and the courage to be exactly who he is.  He is the embodiment of kindness and generosity.  He brings laughter and pure joy into the world around him. He is at once brave and vulnerable, a man who takes care of everyone with gentle patience, and a boy who is delighted in the world of Doctor Who and Batman and video games.  He loves science and technology, isn’t afraid of the future and has a mind for building things.  He is a teacher and a scholar of life.  He is a friend and a strong shoulder to lean on.  He is my husband and my good fortune.  He is my champion, my safe space, my home.

Happy Anniversary My Love!

Mandi’s Love Story

You know when you read something that touches you so deeply, so profoundly, that you can’t read anything else for a while?  When you find yourself in tears, sobbing at your desk and going back to read it again?  That happened to me this morning when I read Mandi’s piece.  I am in awe of the courage and talent of this woman. Mandi’s Story, is without question, one of the most beautiful love stories I have ever read.  It will stay with me, it will stay in my heart.

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