Author Archives: 2ndsense

The More I Write about Blindness the Less I Write about Blindness

Over the years, I’ve walked almost 2000 miles to and from work.  Most trips are serene, a few stressful.  My first step on every walk is to pause and take stock.  I check the weather and traffic.  I test that … Continue reading

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I Say a Little Prayer for Me

Tap, step.  Tap, step.  Tap, stop.  Where am I?  I take a guess and take a left onto Fear Street.  Cars honk, drivers curse, rap music wraps me in a shroud of angry oaths.  Darkness weighs on me, trees lean … Continue reading

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The Brighter Side of Blindness

Two men walk into a barn.  “Sure stinks in here,” says the first.  “There’s a pony here somewhere,” says the second.  This story is a metaphor for blindness.  Sure, it stinks, but there’s always the possibility of a pony ride. … Continue reading

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A Deeper Vision

I am grateful I was able to see the world before my eyesight disappeared.  By age thirty-five, I had traveled most of our fifty states and Canada’s ten provinces.  My passport held stamps from half a dozen European destinations.  I … Continue reading

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How to Look Forever Young

My wife and I were high school sweethearts—for half of sophomore year, that is.  We attended colleges 427 miles apart.  She returned home for high school reunions, I didn’t.  We neither saw nor spoke for thirty-two years.  During our decades … Continue reading

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A Lesson in Empathy

 “I used to pride myself on my independence, now I am afraid to go on walks in the evening, to attend social events… where I should be comfortable.  It is embarrassing how feeble I feel, how timidly I move through … Continue reading

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I Am a Male Hausfrau

Today is laundry day. What’s this thing?  It feels like wool underwear.  Who’d want to wear scratchy underwear? Hmm, no leg holes, so how do you put them on?  And what’s with this tassel?  Aha, this isn’t wool underwear—it’s my … Continue reading

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