For the month of July, I mentored a high school student interested in a job in the field of accessibility. While I really enjoyed the experience, I found myself regularly thinking about the lack of mentors for blind children. As someone who was born blind, this is a topic I have been thinking about for nearly my entire life.
I’m sad and disappointed tonight. I feel like way too much is a fight and that the world simply doesn’t try hard enough to accommodate people with disabilities. We are more marginalized than any other group. That’s the truth whether people like it or not.
This post has updates on my job search, things at work, and Joe Biden falling down.
When I started this site, I thought I would write more about my blindness. In short order, I realized I wasn’t as comfortable writing about my blindness as I thought I was when I started. I wanted people to interact with me and this website based on what I say about politics, books, and the rest of the things I talk about.
I have slowly realized that one of the ways to help people learn to understand and appreciate me for the things I like about myself is for me to be more open about my blindness. The reality is blindness is something that is different from me than most people. It’s something most people will wonder about and have questions. If I’m willing to answer questions in private, I should be willing to answer them here. Also, I share so much about my life I feel like not sharing about my blindness is a bit disingenuous.
So, here are some of the posts I have already written about my blindness. In future posts, I will be sharing more of my experiences as a blind person.
With Congress talking about sending every American a check, I thought I should propose an idea that would get money to those most likely to need it, those most likely to be hurt by coronavirus, and would be relatively easy to implement. I will next share the idea. Then, I will discuss its pros and cons.
I’m too often a zoo animal, and I don’t believe in zoos.
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about my continued single status and how I wish it would come to an end. Maybe it’s that we’re nearing the end of another year. Maybe it’s the arrival of another holiday season I will spend single. Maybe it’s the reality that I simply can’t believe I’m still single. Maybe it’s the truth that I feel like things I have always wanted are slipping away with the passage of time. Maybe it’s the understanding that my life isn’t, in this important way, what I ever imagined having. Maybe it’s the frustration that I’m not sure how my single status will end. Maybe it’s the recognition that my single status may never end. Most likely, it’s all of the above that have resulted in me thinking ore about my single status lately than I have for months.
This post is about the installation of our new furnace, the new furnace having to be repaired 10 minutes after installation, and how the night’s events got me thinking about the ways I interact with people and how they interact with me.
I was looking forward to reading Jodi Picoult’s My Sister’s Keeper. I was intrigued by the storyline of parents having a child to serve as a donor for their sick child. But My Sister’s Keeper was a disappointment. I have read a few of Picoult’s books; this is the one I liked the leased.
Since Ufi was diagnosed with cancer, many people have asked me when I’m going to get a new dog. As the title says: I’m not ready.