Sometimes what we feel isn’t actually what’s true. I was walking home from the mall, the same route I always take. The weather was pleasant, and I had just finished sending a friend an audio message. I was enjoying the late afternoon outing. My daughter works at the mall, which is about a 15-minute walk away. Sometimes, when her husband needs the car, he drops her off at my place until her shift starts. I walk with her, and then I walk home on my own. Usually this happens in

A story about low vision, inner resistance, and learning to meet ourselves with gentleness. It happens every time I have a morning shift. Without fail, I arrive at work at 10 a.m., and despite my alertness, caffeine intake, and good mood, my eyes refuse to cooperate. In case you’ve forgotten, I have low vision. Most days I get along just fine at work—even with my disability—except in the mornings. For the first hour or two of my shift, my eyes and brain argue. I give my eyes