My Blind Grandmother
One of my childhood voices of instruction, direction, and wisdom was my blind grandmother.
She wasn't born blind but I met her blind. Her physical blindness however became an institution to me because I wondered how she experienced deep peace and joy despite her state.
I wondered how she never tripped while walking even though she never held a stick. Wi…
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