We all spend a lifetime defining and discovering who we are. Some are lucky enough to find insights and inspiration at an early age, filling the pages of their lives with purpose and direction.
Armed with a smile on my face and a white cane in my hand, I went back to school
As a sighted person, I always liked the sign “Open for Business.”
The saga surrounding my situation with certain cab drivers continues
On one freezing Chicago evening, Honor and I stood across the street from the Federal Courthouse trying to hail a taxi . . .
I fell in love with Italy in 2005 . . .
I met Honor, my Labrador guide dog, on September 9, 1997 . . .
In November of 1995, my world suddenly and tragically collapsed . . .