I first saw Rebecca Alexander on the Today show back in 2009, and I was intrigued by this young, peppy athlete, who was my same age and also losing her eyesight.
The idea of going progressively blind has always sent a nervous chill down my spine, if I’m being honest, yet I’ve always taken comfort in the capabilities of my other 4 senses, thankful that they help compensate for my failing eyes. So the idea of losing another sense, especially one as crucial as hearing, seems unimaginable to me. Yet this is the story Rebecca unravels in her memoir, Not Fade Away. Continue reading
I have a dirty little secret to share. A housekeeper cleans my home once or twice a month. And….that’s it. That’s the secret. Pretty dirty, I know.
I am not wealthy, but rather house cleaning is something I prioritize in my monthly budget. It’s not as though my house needs to be perfect. I have 2 small children (8 if you count my husband), and a dog, so a perfect house would be quite a stretch at this point in my life. Continue reading
My locket always reminds me to grab my cane. But I don’t always remember to wear my locket. When my friend Emily first gave it to me last summer, in memory of a crazy, divine experience , I wore it a lot, and I carried my cane a fair amount. But over time, I’ve come up with all kinds of excuses not to wear my locket. None of them good ones.
What if it falls off my neck, and I lose it? What if it doesn’t go with my sweatpants? What if I become the weird locket girl who doesn’t even shower without it? Continue reading
A bronze locket is just a shimmering piece of metal in the same way that a white cane is just a long plastic stick. Neither of them hold any meaning. Unless you attach it.
The story of my locket begins in a silent monastery in Kentucky, amid rolling hills, Trappist monks, and the clinking of ice water carried steadily on a tray, almost a year ago. Continue reading