learning to see

My grandparents, both blind, and I went on a road trip the summer after I got my drivers’ license. Grandma was going to be staying in Boise to train on a machine that could “read” the mail for her. We loaded up the beast and drove, with only one glitch along the way: we blew... Continue Reading →

first drivers license

In my exuberance, I slammed the door of mom’s Buick with a little more force than necessary. It was almost eight years old, but it was the newest car we’d ever had, and I was still in shock that Mom had handed me the keys and allowed me to drive the entire way, through snow,... Continue Reading →

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