Why haven’t I been blogging lately? I’ve been asking myself this question for weeks now, so I thought I’d offer a little life update, and answer this question, if not for you, then for myself.
The events of 2021 set in motion a domino-effect of transitions in my life, and transition is how I’ve come to define 2022. Becoming a Mrs. In October of 2021, the love of my life slipped an engagement ring onto my left hand. And six months later, I said “I do.” [So did he!]
I’m BAAACK! And I’m MARRIED! It already feels like so long ago, but in actuality, is still only days ago. Anyone else feel this way after their wedding?
As much as I want to be like the energetic, go-getter writers (and people) that I see on Twitter and in my community who seem to be able to do it all and never need a break, I’m just not. I take afternoon naps most days and have since I was a teenager.
I Became Blind Nineteen years ago today, I took one last look around the Children’s Hospital with blurry vision. I saw my family, together with the ophthalmologist, holding hands in a circle as we prayed for what was about to happen.
I have never been, and never will be, a party girl. In high school and college, while tolerating the celebrations echoing across the city, I sat outside on the porch swing, basking in the cool, fresh breeze of the new year and the glimpses of silence caught between fire crackers.
For better or worse—and mark my words, it’s most often for worse—I am an all-or-nothing, idealistic pessimist. Just ask my therapist: I’m either a success or an utter failure.
“In The Beginning Was The Bird and the Bird Was Blind.” Every story begins somewhere, and the story of my blindness begins with a bird. To this day, I do not know what kind of bird it was, but I remember with vivid detail its crooked feet, its red-flecked breast and its eyes…