Chapter 8: A Complicated Question

It is 2010, and I am standing in front of a classroom of thirty college students at Carroll University where I am a student myself. But I am not in this class. My classes are in the communication and english departments. This is a class for business majors studying diversity in the workplace, and IContinue reading “Chapter 8: A Complicated Question”

Chapter 6: Coming to Faith

It is one of many Sunday mornings growing up. Most of the family is in the car, which is idling in the driveway. I say most because we were always waiting on one pokey sibling.     BEEEP! Dad lays on the car horn.     “Where is he?” Dad would mutter angrily.    Continue reading “Chapter 6: Coming to Faith”

Chapter 5: School Days

I am in first grade, and it is toward the beginning of the school year. The classroom consists of six short round tables, around which are four tiny plastic chairs. I sit in one of these chairs, and next to me in an adult chair sits Mrs. Zahn, the full-time teacher’s aid that helps meContinue reading “Chapter 5: School Days”

Chapter 3: A Rogue Wave Just Before Kindergarten

While I was playing and learning at the Center, conscious only of the present moment, my parents and teachers were thinking about my future. My parents had a big decision to make, one that would effect the course of my entire life. Where would I attend elementary school?     My older siblings attended aContinue reading “Chapter 3: A Rogue Wave Just Before Kindergarten”

Chapter 2: Rough Waters From the Start

“I know you’re an adult now and I shouldn’t drag you to things anymore, but I’m dragging you to this. I think it’s important,” Mom said.     It was October 2011 and I was complaining because I had just found out that Mom, Grandma and I would be going to a grand opening eventContinue reading “Chapter 2: Rough Waters From the Start”

Chapter 1: The River

As I announced last September, I published a memoir, The Rivers of My Life, about my childhood as a blind person, and my faith journey. At the time, I was hoping to sell books, trying to resurrect my dream of writing for a living. But given the pandemic, and the busyness of school, I neverContinue reading “Chapter 1: The River”

I need My Rumspringa (Part 2)

I was on track to set out on my Rumspringa August 29, 2008 when my parents helped me move into the college dorm. I gave Disability Services the textbooks I needed months in advance, and after three weeks of guide dog training, Gilbert and I could expertly navigate the routes to the dining room andContinue reading “I need My Rumspringa (Part 2)”

I Need my Rumspringa (Part 1)

Hello readers. I hope you are all enjoying summer. For the most part, I am, but I have to confess I have been a little irritable lately. Part of this I think is due to the heat and humidity. Perhaps because of climate change, it seems like heat and humidity gets to me, even inContinue reading “I Need my Rumspringa (Part 1)”

Reflecting on the Gun Violence Epidemic (Part 2)

Even if sensible gun regulations are implemented, I have heard multiple experts say it will be awhile before we notice a reduction in violent crime because there are so many guns in circulation, but even if we could hypothetically pull all guns out of circulation today, someone intent on killing people could find another way.Continue reading “Reflecting on the Gun Violence Epidemic (Part 2)”

Reflecting on the Gun Violence Epidemic (Part 1)

Hello readers. I am sorry it has been so long since my last post. I really hoped to write something at least once a week now that I am on summer vacation, but somehow–I am still not entirely sure how–I irritated my sciatic nerve, and was in so much pain for a couple weeks, andContinue reading “Reflecting on the Gun Violence Epidemic (Part 1)”