Category Archives: Stories

The Perks of Being a Valued Customer

I phoned my local newspaper and asked why I was being billed the same amount every six weeks instead of every twelve.  The way I figured, I was being charged double.  But I’ve been told many times that the way … Continue reading

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Funny, You Don’t Look Blind

  “What’s so funny,” I ask Adam, the I. T. guru, as he strides into my work cubicle. Our guide dogs exchange greetings: Hello.  Ola.  “Just this,” says Adam.  “I’m standing on the corner, waiting for the light to change, … Continue reading

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Food Fight

I work in the 5500 block of Lincoln Avenue in Chicago.  During seasons when snow and ice recede, I stroll to and from work with my Seeing Eye dog, Randy. In the 5400 block of Lincoln Avenue is a bakery … Continue reading

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Calling Mary (A Valentine Story)

November, 2004 “Come on, man, call her,” Sloan says.  “She’s single, slender, no kids, good job, condo on the lake.”  He ticks off her attributes like options on a Mercedes.  Compared to her features, I feel like a used Plymouth.  … Continue reading

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Cultural Competence

At work today, I attend a program entitled, “Providing Culturally Competent Services to Individuals, Especially Those with Disabilities.”  The audience consists of counselors, nurses and social workers like me. We learn how to become more sensitive to and effective with … Continue reading

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I Write What I See

From my vantage point, the problem is obvious: the blind man wants to go up the stairway and his guide dog wants to go down.  The solution is being negotiated — the man’s wagging his finger at the dog and … Continue reading

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Time and Tide

Labor Day, 2015.  I stand on the balcony and stare at the lake.  Waves lap the shore, sails snap in the breeze. The sun sinks low and shadows settle over me.  It’s the end of the season. My first summer … Continue reading

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