I didn’t listen to her. She warned me. Actually, she insisted on it. But did I listen? No. Then my shoulder started to feel a tad inflamed. I realized the reason: my keyboard was so worn that the keys were stuck, requiring me to press a lot harder than I should. Finally, I listened to …
My fingers danced on my keyboard the other day, crafting another note to inspire. And in the middle of a creative wave, an explosion happened. The blast was greater than any thunder or gunshot. The wall shook. I jumped to my feet, left the room. My Mom heard the same thing and was dashing toward …
On my last trip, I leaned toward the escort who was helping me get from the airline counter to my gate. “I need to visit the ladies’ room.” “Sure, it’s right up ahead,” he said. I left my suitcase with him and entered using my white cane for guidance. The place was empty. That meant …
www.flickr.com “Well I did something kind of interesting,” my friend said. I was all ears because this is a friend whom I truly admire. “I went target shooting,” she said. I gasped. “Shooting? Like with a gun?” “Yep.” I learned that many women are taking that measure for safety. And thinking that was a good …