The Weather Report

I leave my wool scarf at home and use my lighter coat. Under my workstation gray flats cover my feet. When the weather relents, I take advantage.  Closing time. The sun hasn’t set yet. I collect my things and lock up. My cane helps me find the steps. I exit the cold, old building into…

Where the Wild Things Are

Yesterday’s paczki flour has settled. What happens after a sugar binge? A crash into deprivation. No better time than now to admit things aren’t always perfect overnight in Mayberry with a puppy. Something is…missing. Raising a puppy can be surprising. Things can seem alright like a bright sunny day that turns into a cool, calm…

7 Things People with Visual Impairments Encounter in the Winter

The claw. The hand formation created after prolonged cane usage outdoors in the elements. Despite the best efforts of your gloves, after a certain point, they don’t keep your hands as warm as a cozy pocket. Disappearing bags. A white plastic bag flutters out of a pocket and lands in the snow while walking the…

Black Ice and the White Cane

My white cane gives me mobility and independence. I navigate sidewalks and street crossings and public transit effectively, one sweep or tap at a time. Hills? No problem. Cracks? I step over them. Rain? My umbrella and boots work with my cane to ferry me through wet conditions, even puddles. Snow? I slow down, but…

Morning Jolt

My terrier waits next to me on the landing. I zip up my parka and pull up my hood, winding the leash around my wrist. I yawn. I open the door, allowing the dog to pass me as we step outside. The cold air meets my face, and I keep my head down until I…