A letter to Mom

Dear Mom,
It has only been five months since you went home, but some days it doesn't seem like you're gone.
I miss you so much, but I know where you are.
Starting in January I'm hoping to begin taking classes to get my batchelor's degree in human services
Once I'm done with my undergrad work then I'll work toward my Masters degree in rehabilitation teaching and counciling.
I love you and think of you often. I'm glad you're not suffering any more. Tell Rita and Irene and everyone else who has wondered what I've been up to about the journey that I'm now on.
I love you.

Monday morning

this is the start to a pretty busy week for me.
I've just made breakfast as I've got a busy day ahead of me.
I had an omlet for breakfast.

Making my way through the darkness

A few months ago someone came up with a line that included the fragment making a way through the darkness. I oculdn't believe it. That sounded like the perfect title for a book. I took that line and ran with it. Thus is the working title for my book.
BlindSight was going to be the title, but alas it didn't seem to root itself anywhere. Making one's way through darkness however did.
I have been blind since birth, and as a result all I see is light and dark and some shadows. This is also where the title of the book came from.
Making my way through the darkness is my story about growing up blind and my faith journey to the Catholic church.