Another Load

I sit on my bedroom floor in front of my dresser, staring into a messy drawer. Next to me, a pile of clean laundry awaits placement. It’s time to re-fold the drawer contents–open up space and donate unworn items. Any moment one of my terriers will find the heap of warm clothes and transform them…

Crafting Disability

It can be a bit boring, my visual impairment. At least  as my condition remains stable. All dark on the left, light-sensitive and unclear and peripherally compromised on the right. At worst, the junior high stage crew runs the lights for the scenes of my life. At best, it’s as if a dedicated, seasoned local…