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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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Pugs

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... Continue Reading →

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,... Continue Reading →

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,... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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 →

Empty Case

Every Thursday night, I take my pugs, Blossom and Jade, to a playgroup at a local pet shop.  The group is referred to as  Yappy Hour and my girls love it.  I don't do the dog park thing, so this is... 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 →

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