A Glimpse into a Blind Man’s Life
Written By Lance Mathena
My career is over. The Department of Defense does not want blind database administrators: my employer was the first to give me the big wet kiss goodbye. I hadn’t been out of intensive care for more than a few days when I got the call telling me to “Heal fast, so you can go to work and clean out your desk.”
My friends are disappearing in droves. I make them uncomfortable. They can’t picture being blind themselves, and so have zero concept of what it might be like for me. I am a constant reminder of mortality, and no one wants to face a reminder of the possibility of catastrophic injury every time they see an old friend.
Navigating Grief: Finding Solace in Cannabis through Community
Written By Kellie Frederick
I think most people I know have been navigating some form of grief recently. I recently lost my grandmother’s physical manifestation on Earth. I’m so grateful she lived to almost 100 and she’s been a strong and present force in my life as long as I’ve been alive. I’m still navigating the waves of emotion that threaten to capsize my breaking heart, but as Leonard Cohen said, “The cracks are where the light shines through.”