Too Cold, Too Cold

I possess the ability to stumble, but (almost always) not fall. Perhaps it’s due to the years I spent running over patchy grass as a cross-country runner. I never twist an ankle or bust up my face; I just let out a surprised noise, scramble through the air, and regain my balance at the last…

Eye Contact

If I’m speaking with you, I try to look at you. I don’t make eye contact unless you stand inches from my face (back up, close-talker). Instead, I fake it like a bridesmaid’s tan, knowing appearance is everything. I imagine where your eyes sit on the face blob that is near me. I gaze in…

Can I Kick It?

Yes, I can. All over this house. When I’m leaving home, I venture around with my white cane. If I’m at home, which I’m more than familiar with, the cane stays in the corner. I sense every creak in these old floorboards. But transient objects, like sneakers or dog toys or cats, I do not…