Sharper Focus

Many people dream of seeing the world. Ask vision-challenged globetrotter Amy Bovaird, and she will settle for seeing it in a little sharper focus. Follow Amy--but not too closely--on adventures foreign and domestic as she recounts tales of trips and travel.

An Unexpected Sight

In the living room, I smoothed the bare cushion of my loveseat. The throw covering never came off unless it was washday or company visited because it also served as a bed for my dog, Buddy. At least the cushions didn’t appear to have any dog hair. "Okay, this is as good as it’s going to look. I’m ready for Bob.” If only I had something other than water to offer. “I should’ve made some cake or cookies,” I muttered. But this was not a social call. It was my first meeting with Bob, my orientation and mobility specialist. Read the rest of this entry »

17 Tips for Friends of those with Low Vision

Do you want to know some good tips that will help you communicate and assist those with vision impairments? Some do's and don'ts from me! Read the rest of this entry »

If the Coat Fits…

"Let's go and get you squared away at the hotel," my new and remarkably energetic friend, Sally, said at the end of a long I spied my coat on the rack near the door. conference day. "It's so nice of you to volunteer to take me," I said through a yawn. "Happy to do it." She gestured in the direction of a coat rack some distance away. "Grab your coat." I spied my coat hanging near the door. Sliding it off the hanger, I slung it over my shoulder, too lethargic to even put it on. Read the rest of this entry »

Serving Up My Book Blurb

In many ways, I have viewed my book, Moblility Matters: Stepping Out in Faith, as a hearty meal that I've prepared for my readers. As any good cook knows, people are drawn to a meal that looks enticing, smells heavenly and tastes exquisite. The ingredients don't have to be fancy but they must come from quality stock and be prepared in the right way. All memorable meals start with an appetizer, have several courses and finish with the perfect dessert. Read the rest of this entry »

Take Your Dreams Out of the Closet

Thunk! Huh? I moved my long white cane sideways. Thunk! In the opposite direction. Thunk! Backwards. Thunk! I could barely move, but I stepped forward. Bam! My head smacked into something flat and hard. Read the rest of this entry »

Blurred Details, Clear Message

Mobility Matters Stepping Out in Faith was on my heart long before I wrote it. This book chronicles my progressive vision and hearing loss, and the obstacles those losses caused for me, both physical and self-imposed. As I attempted to cope with a more muted, fuzzier environment, I felt out-of-sync with everyone around me. As a foreign language instructor, it became more difficult to teach Spanish and control the behavior of my students. It became more challenging to fit in with my friends. I couldn't even hear the whispers of my dates let alone accompany them into dark movie theaters without stumbling all over the chairs and other people's feet. Read the rest of this entry »

I Didn’t See the Flood

A little while later, I became thirsty. The thought of a glass of sweet iced tea sounded good so I made my way over to the refreshment table. There, I picked up the only cup, Styrofoam one, and placed it under the nozzle of the large ice tea container and flipped the lever forward. Whoosh! The cup flew to the floor. Uh-oh. Read the rest of this entry »

This Is Living!

When July’s endless sunshine rolls around, interrupted by thick, gray clouds and a downpour, it brings back the memory of that one summer day all over again. Read the rest of this entry »

Watch Out! Blind Lady Walking

Every July as thousands of motorcyclists roll into the city near where I live, I am reminded of the first time I encountered the Roar to the Shore phenomena. Facing ongoing vision loss caused by a progressive hereditary eye disease called Retinitis Pigmentosa, I was learning how to use a long red-and-white cane. I wore sleepshades (blindfolds) to simulate the environment in which I would most need my cane. That day I was completing my first major mobility training in Erie, Pennsylvania with Bob, my trainer. Serious bikers, men and women alike, descended upon the streets. I don't know how I managed to make it through the crowd but it certainly left a lasting impression. Read the rest of this entry »

Dancing Blindly in the Kitchen

Buddy’s tail thumped against the stool. His eyes followed me as he picked up on my excitement. He jumped up when I danced, estilo-Colombiano, around the room singing the first stanza again. With one hand over my heart and the other out for balance, I shimmied my hips-- Read the rest of this entry »