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The City And The Fear: The National Federation of the Blind Kernel Book Series

The City And The Fear: The National Federation of the Blind Kernel Book Series

A knowledge of the meaning of blindness is not automatic; it must be learned–or, in many cases, unlearned. When childhood fears are added to the mix, the combination can lead to frustration and anxiety. With over thirty stories to learn from, The National Federation of the Blind’s Kernel Book Series, gets to the heart of […]

My Daughter Deepa: One Tiny Starfish

My Daughter Deepa: One Tiny Starfish

Up until I was an adult and came to India, I had never met anyone who was blind. To be honest, I don’t remember what I thought about blindness before Deepa came into my life. Most of society views blindness, unfortunately, as something scary. I imagine I likely had similar thoughts although my daughter has […]

To The Thief Who Stole My Sunglasses

To The Thief Who Stole My Sunglasses

You, with the sticky fingers. I’m sure you don’t remember me. We never met face to face. You slipped up behind me while I was chatting with a fellow writer at a conference twenty-one years ago. Without a sound, you snagged the $65 pair of sunglasses out of the purse under my chair. I never […]

My Darkest Day: Becoming A Blind, Single Mom

My Darkest Day: Becoming A Blind, Single Mom

My life didn’t go as planned. Does anyone’s? Not the kind of people I connect with. I’m drawn to the people who have experienced heartbreak, loss, rejection, failure and confusion, yet still have become brave warriors in an uncertain world. The kinds of individuals who say, “I’ve been through hell and I’m still here.” The ones who […]

To All The Blind Moms Out There; I “See” You.

To All The Blind Moms Out There; I “See” You.

To the blind mom feeling frustrated because her Uber driver refuses to allow her guide dog in the car and she’s late to her kid’s school recital … To the blind mom battling debilitating eye pain, attempting to instill her eye drops with one hand, while balancing an infant on her hip with the other… […]

Back Eyes

Back Eyes

I don’t remember exactly when it happened. My daughter might have been three or four years old. She may have been climbing up on the kitchen counter, quietly trying to snitch a cookie, while I was in the living room typing away on my computer. Or she may have been easing open the bottom drawer […]

Blind Mom Guilt: The Tale of the Big Girl Bed

Blind Mom Guilt: The Tale of the Big Girl Bed

Can I get real with you? Like, really, “R-E-A-L.”? I’m a total Type A, epic control freak. I’ll own it. When it comes to my daughters, I will literally drive myself crazy trying to make everything absolutely perfect for them – whether it’s planning their birthday parties or choosing just the right outfit for our […]

Lost Mittens, Burnt Lunch & Lessons About Self-Compassion

Lost Mittens, Burnt Lunch & Lessons About Self-Compassion

The sun streamed brightly through the trees, illuminating the large piles of crisp white snow as I rushed out the front  door. I chatted distractedly with my sister on my cell while grabbing the long blue sled from the front porch and tossing my son’s after school snacks and snow gear onto it before zipping […]

“7” Tips for Blind Parents: Holiday Gift Wrapping & Organization

“7” Tips for Blind Parents: Holiday Gift Wrapping & Organization

Between “Santa’s” gifts for my two daughters and the presents we buy for family; I wrap a lot of packages throughout the holiday season. My visual impairment sometimes makes keeping track of who gets what a little challenging. While “Mostly Wonderful” reluctantly foots the bill for most of our Christmas expenses, making sure everything is […]

In Memory of My Grandmother – Nana Johanna “Joan” Benford

In Memory of My Grandmother – Nana Johanna “Joan” Benford

It happened to me again tonight. I made myself a cup of hot chocolate, the cheap powdered kind. After pouring in the hot water, I dipped my spoon into the mug. That’s when I heard it – the almost lyrical sound of metal hitting porcelain. For one beautiful moment, I was ten years old again, […]

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