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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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Gratitude

Darkness and Light and “Things My Mother Left Behind”

In just 6 days, my debut poetry collection, “Things My Mother Left Behind”, (from Potter’s Grove Press), will be officially out in the world. My heart and mind, my secrets and fears, will be in the hands of friends, and maybe even a few strangers, and I will have the immense good fortune of living through the fruition of a life long dream. For me, it is a light in these dark times that gives me immeasurable hope and joy, and somehow, it feels appropriate that my first book is coming out during a time that has been punctuated by loss and sorrow, as so much of my work explores these themes.

I believe that without the darkness, there can be no light, and the light that permeates darkness is one that shines more brilliantly, offering the most sustenance. As the light of a dream come true shines into my life, I am led into spaces of reflection. I am missing those I have lost, hoping they would be proud of me. I am grateful for the love I know and have known in my 51 years. I am grateful to have been given the gift of time and language.

My greatest hope is that my book will be read and that my words will offer comfort, clarity, a sense that we are not alone, maybe even a new way of seeing. For whoever reads my book, I hope that something in it resonates, that the words find a place in the darkness, and in peoples hearts.

“Things My Mother Left Behind” will be available through Amazon on July 14. I will also be selling signed copies through my website, and I will be doing a live reading via Facebook on July 14 @5pm PST. I hope you will pop by the reading. Links and more info to follow in the next couple of days.

As ever, my gratitude for this incredible creative community is overflowing. I am humbled every time I come here, by the heart, the talent, the support and the encouragement of all the amazing writers I have come to know.

The Year Through RP Eyes

I debated writing an end of year post.  I have been in what feels like an endless sinking, felt myself fading so rapidly as the days drag forward, bringing me closer to 50 and what I imagined would be an overwhelming disappointment in who I have become.  But, then I stepped back, allowed myself to refocus, to see beyond the sadness that I write about so frequently, and breathe in the joy of my life, which I probably don’t write about often enough. Continue reading “The Year Through RP Eyes”

Random Acts

So I wrote the post about my brother, which I needed to do, and afterward, I needed to get out and stretch my legs and my mind and my spirit.  I decided to return to our local hiking spot, thinking that there couldn’t possibly be an incident like the last one.   Continue reading “Random Acts”

Ink Sweat & Tears March Pick of the Month!

My poem, “Letches”, is the IS&T March Pick of the Month!!!!!!!

I am beyond excited and dancing on the moon!!!!! Also, I can’t deny, in a bit of a state of disbelief!  This is the biggest thing to happen to me in my writing career and I couldn’t be more grateful for all of the love and support and kindness I received.  I have so much thanks to give!

You can read the poem and some of the comments here.

 

 

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, but as the year ends, I find myself reflecting on the light more than the darkness.

As I approach the last year of my 40’s, I am feeling the vigor in my stride.  2017 has been a year of awakening.  I have begun a new phase in my RP journey, and although it has been challenging,  I found the strength to face the changes in my identity as a blind person.  With Zelda (my white cane), I took a new path and I am heading to a place of acceptance.

I have also, finally, stepped fully into my writing shoes.  For years, I called myself a writer, but I wasn’t writing.  This year, my writing took flight; it isn’t that I spent the year writing masterpiece after masterpiece, it is that I dedicated my creative and emotional self to a writing life.  I write every day and in the act of writing I have truly become a writer.  The words have always been there, but now they have been sparked and have come to life in ways that continually surprise me.

When I started “Stories from the Edge of Blindness”, many years ago, I kept myself isolated and wrote only the occasional post.  I didn’t really participate in the blogging world, until this year.  I am immensely grateful to have found an amazing and supportive community of writers from all over the world.  I have discovered so many talented writers through the blogging community and learned so much from the stories those writers share. Being a part of such a diverse community is illuminating and inspiring; it is a true gift.

As I write this, I look around at my apartment, at all the signs of the wonderful life I have with my husband, at the pugs and the cats sleeping comfortably; I sink into the quiet spaces of the morning and I know that I am incredibly lucky.  I am not thinking about what I don’t have or what I haven’t done, but about how full my life is. Rather than longing to put 2017 behind me, or shrug it off as yet another year of failures, I approach its end feeling grateful and energized.  I am so thankful for all of the glorious, complicated, challenging and amazing things this year has given, and excited about what 2018 will bring.

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