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Unable to See Clearly Pt. I
I didn’t start wearing glasses until I was a junior in college. I probably needed them for a year before that, but I always made excuses for my poor eyesight. I was in college, so I argued that my eyes were just tired because I was, even if I had slept for 12 hours the…
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Insight
When you put on the wrong glasses, you see confusion. Until now an abstract noun, in this blur it is clear. Remove the offending lenses and return to that other fuzziness, familiar to you since age ten when the world lost its straight lines. Find the right pair and get back to as good as…
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Better Up than Down the Staircase Pt. II
I make it about halfway down the first flight. I’m embarrassed, without the confidence to continue. Suddenly, one woman loudly exhales and whispers up the stairs, “Take your time, dear. I’m having a terrible time determining where to put my foot down. And with these heels, it’s even scarier. I never realized bifocals could not…
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Better Up than Down the Staircase Pt. I
“Please go on without me. I’ll see you down in front,” I tell my companions even though I don’t know how I’m going to safely make it. It’s either that or land on top of them. My bifocals are not the ideal accessory for this three-flight descent. And these shoes! A disastrous combination when trying…
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True Anecdote
My true anecdote is this. During the day, I went to the store and bought several items. Included with them was a small square barcode with an adhesive backing on it, and somehow this got left on the dining room table. That evening I was at my friend Tom’s house. When I needed to clean…
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The First Pair
Looking for your glasses, I have become familiar with the floor of your classroom. Squatting by red and blue shelves, I find Scrabble tiles, mostly E’s, and pencils with broken tips. The room is dusty. I try to imagine what obscure spot would look inviting to a child sniffling because he must practice cursive T,…
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Aim for the Pocket
Writing without my glasses I can see the blue lines, the white spaces, but the words are blurred, though my pen knows these familiar tracks on the page, my efforts resembling a child’s birthday party at the bowling alley, where rubber bumpers in the gutters of the lanes guide the ball to the pins, promising…
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For the Inventor of Eyeglasses
At the age of six I put on For the first time what you invented, And discovered that trees had leaves, Individual leaves! Since then, I have read many books And studied the faces of friends. Now, each night I carefully place under the bed What you have bequeathed So with the morning I may…
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The Plight for Sight Pt. II
The following day I woke up early before school to give myself extra time for securing the contacts on my eyes. I laid out the cleaning fluid, the rinse, and the contact case. Reviewing what the eye specialist had said, I dipped my finger in the R side of the contact case and felt around…
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The Plight for Sight Pt. I
Myopia had ruled my life until I turned nine and sat in the ophthalmologist’s chair, only to proudly and boldly proclaim the first letter on the eye chart as “G”! My mother actually gasped, partly out of embarrassment and partly out of guilt for not realizing that her daughter was legally blind. My first pair…
