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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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Middle Age

Telephone Phobic, Demoralised and Smudged Out by Middle Age

I have to start this with a bit of a warning; it is possible I am getting a tad obsessed with ageing; aka, I may be in the throes of a mid life crisis. For the minute, let's just say... Continue Reading →

Palatable

In my middle aged face, I see both echoes of youth and glimpses of what I will be as an old woman, but my reflection today is muddled. I am unrecognisable. My eyes grow cloudy with the passing of days and... Continue Reading →

The Punisher

You know those days when the words just won't surface and you feel blank inside?  Those are the days that make me stress and pace and tie my thoughts into a tangle of barbed wire.  Those are the days when... Continue Reading →

The In Between People

I never understood morning people; up with the sun, fresh start to the day.  Maybe it's  because the sun has always felt like my enemy, or that I woke up hung over (a lot), or maybe I have always been... Continue Reading →

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