This post is a little depressing, so be forewarned. I’m twenty-three, just under two months from turning twenty-four. (I haven’t even hit the quarter century mark.) So why am I writing a post on death and aging? I feel like this is usually the arena […]
Category: Free writes
Ephemeral Thoughts
I’m sitting at work (well, my internship), listening to a drill outside. And I just started thinking about how ephemeral things in this city are. Things are ever under construction, either being taken down or built up. Stores and restaurants are bought and sold because […]
Day 2, England: Observations from The House
I woke up yesterday, or today, since I think this will upload on the 9 (probably because of where my original WordPress location is), at about seven. I didn’t actually get out of bed, for two hours but jet lag, coupled with sleep issues made […]
My visual epiphany
As I lay here, contemplating life and things, I had a bit of an epiphany (about myself, not anything that would benefit the rest of the world, of course). I have a few posts wherein I mention my dwindling vision, but, in the posts and […]
I Love English
I love English. Like, I adore all things words, and language, and etymology. *** I’ve made many videos on my math problems at Hunter, and the uselessness of my accessibility office. But to summarize (as it’s relevant to this post), I’ve taken the same (basic […]
A Seat At The Table: Together Yet Alone
There are four of us at this table, each eating lunch, all strangers to the other. It started with one woman. Who knows how many people sat down and coexisted with her until they were finished eating or had to get to class. Then me: […]
I’ve lost some vision… but I’m still functioning
My vision has worsened. I can no longer see the same distance, in front and it’s even worse peripherally. I try not to dwell on it too much, but my interaction at the doctor’s today really brought it home. “Okay,” my doctor says once he’s […]
Being An Adult In The Pediatric Wing…
Attending the same hospital for your entire life can make visits as an adult—well, that’s what they tell me I am—awkward, to say the least. Especially when it’s your final visit to your pediatrician. “Look your girl,” my mom called loudly to someone standing outside. […]
If I can’t walk, does that mean I can’t talk?
As we—my mom and I—sat on a bus this morning, on the way to the hospital (just for a check-up, nothing serious), I couldn’t help but overhear her phone conversations (she’s really loud). But it worked out since the conversation I overheard gave me the […]
I’m Blind, Therefore I Can Neither Speak Nor Hear
As I walked to the corner, after getting off of the train, a woman, who had already been standing there asked if I was crossing. I said, yes; and she told me to wait. Which is already what I’d planned to do, as there were […]