Is God Faithful? Can I Trust Him When I’m in a Time Crunch? Sometimes my word-wrestling leaves me exhausted and I delete whole paragraphs with little to show for a day’s work. I wasn’t meeting my self-imposed deadlines, couldn’t manage
The Colors of a Cane Bring Forth Hope 35-Day Author Blog Challenge- Day 31, Ultra / Ultimate Blog Challenge The man moved with relative ease and speed. He sat somewhere in the middle of the first row. Of medium-height and
Updates on Speaking Engagements The Lord will be your confidence and will keep your feet from being snared. –Proverbs 3:26 I have much to learn about becoming an outstanding speaker. What I have, and have always had, is enthusiasm. And it comes
Low Vision Speaking Opportunities Abound My book on coping with progressive vision loss has opened the way for me to educate others on the value of cane training and to live optimistically with an incurable disease (s). As a deaf blind
A Dark Tale *** I stomped the snow off my boots after I passed through the door to where I’d be speaking. One arm hung low as I nearly dragged my cloth bag filled with all the books I’d sell and all
Jesus the Other Sun Walking Along the Lighted Path… Becoming a Speaker After I left the United Arab Emirates, the last of seven foreign countries in which I lived and taught English, I planned to become a speaker. I wanted to share the
“You got something in the mail,” my brother yelled as he passed through my bedroom and tossed something on the kitchen counter. I opened a bleary eye and checked the time. 8:04 am. “All right.” I didn’t move. “Open it!” I
We were five local authors scheduled to have a book signing under the direction of a Christian financial organization. At the start, Holly, the marketing specialist, wasn’t convinced it would fly. But the more I talked with her, the more
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!
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?