I am not sure yet what this blog will be about. You might wonder at the title reading my first posts. Well, I am, in fact, blind and I conceived this blog some months ago when, after seven stationary years, I resumed a level of travel for work that would entitle me to call myself a Road Warrior.

I was sitting on a train rolling through farmland in California thinking poetic thoughts when the title first occurred to me. I am not certain at all if I will be able to maintain that lifestyle. I certainly don’t want to as I have too much I want to be home for but it pays the rent and that is big.

I have acquired a lot of adjectives in my life. I collect them. And I could turn any one or two of them into a subject to be publicly introspective about – Blind, Jewish, lesbian, Over 40, single adoptive parent of teens placed in my home after age 18. And more I may talk about later.

I have a lot of hard places around how I am seen or not seen because of my blindness by people who only relate to their stereotypes when they meet me and not the person I really am. And over the bigotry and discrimination I keep facing and the lack of access to so much that is getting worse each day. So, although I wish desperately I could ignore that part of my life, I decided instead to make a statement up front in hopes that, if anything, the title would become an overstatement or at least help me to find a different angle on that particular experience.

travel teen adoption
single parenting
lesbian
judaism
blindness
foster care