Logging onto my blog tonight, a miniscule box stared at me, inquiring if the log-in screen should “remember me”. It was then that I chose the title of the very blog I was logging-in to pen, adding only a question mark.
Remember in college when you’d hang posters around campus letting people know what you needed and what you were trying to unload? Books, mini-fridges, roommates. This was before social media, smart phones, or cellular devices at all. It was the college version of a garage sale.
If I were blind but could hear, I would want the world described to me by someone I love — through music. Someone who adores me back. Someone who “gets” me. That is how I’d want the world interpreted if I had no sight.
How does one describe the sun’s brilliant tentacles as they pierce the foliage of a Read the full story…
The impetus for covering my bare legs that June morning was the chilly, damp air. Traipsing to my car, I was glad to have the thin layer of nylon between me and the wetness which kept splattering onto the back of my calves. I questioned the sanity of running errands on my late lunch break on such a day. How important were they? Read the full story…
There you are… innocently strolling through the aisles of the store when suddenly, like a best friend pinching your thigh during the scariest part of a movie, you see it. Your eyes reflect the glory of a thousand stars and your inner giddiness is d y i n g to find a way out.
