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.

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 »

Running a Fine Line

Running has been one of the great passions I've kept throughout my vision loss. The local running track in our hometown There's something about having one foot after another pound on the pavement that makes me feel alive and healthy. Maybe just sweaty -- but it's a good sweat. Maybe more than anything, I feel I'm still living life my way. I feel kind of normal when I run. I think about blisters and speed and miles and feeling fit. Just like anyone else who runs. Read the rest of this entry »

Block Party Blind

I had visions of me introducing myself to someone only to find out that I had known them since childhood! So, it was tricky. But not as tricky as the first block party I inadvertently "attended" in downtown Erie during my mobility training session wearing my sleepshades! Five years ago I was learning to navigate my cane with my instructor, Bob. My eyes were completely covered. That block party, too, took place in July. Read the rest of this entry »

A Trick of the Eye … or Not?

Friday was carrot cutting day at my sister's place. I washed, chopped off the tops and bottoms, and slit a few of the bigger carrots in half. All together, I prepared fifteen pounds of carrots to juice. It IS a lot, but some things just need to be done. Read the rest of this entry »

Tips for those with Low Vision

If you are a regular follower, you know that I've written a memoir about my mobility training and how God used my one hundred percent blind mobility instructor and training to change my outlook on my vision loss. Read the rest of this entry »

His Staff Guides My Feet … to Lakemount Church

With my cane, I sped along Main Street. A young woman driving slowed down and then stopped beside me. "Amy, where're you headed?" I told her I had only a few blocks to go and gestured down the road. "Hop in. I'm going that direction. I can take you." I had no idea who the driver was. I didn't recognize her. But that wasn't unusual. A lot more people saw me than I did them! Being blind and all. I squinted out the window at a blurry building. "That's it. That's the place. You can drop me off here." "There? Are you sure?" "I'm getting my hair trimmed," I explained. Why did she sound so shocked? Read the rest of this entry »

Mobility Matters

After being diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa, Pennsylvania native Amy Bovaird manages to continue to teach overseas until her father's imminent passing brings her back home for good. Read the rest of this entry »

Stepping Into Independence

The first question I wanted to ask was, "Do you keep your house so dark to make it cooler so it's easier for you to breathe? But I felt like I was treading on personal ground. So, I said nothing and felt my way into the bedroom with my cane and deposited my travel bag. But I had to come out. Sometime. Right? So when I did, I could see absolutely no furniture. I wanted to scream, "Help! Help! Furniture alert! Invisible! Gone! MIA!" I wanted to scream, "Help! Help! Furniture alert! Invisible! Gone! MIA!" Read the rest of this entry »