What I See Clearly Now That I Can’t See Clearly
“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen… they must be felt with the heart.” ~Helen Keller
I didn’t want to admit it—not to myself, not to anyone. But I am slowly going blind.
That truth is difficult to write, harder still to live. I’m seventy years old. I’ve survived war zones, illness, caregiving, and creative risks. I’ve worked as a documentary filmmaker, teacher, and mentor. But this—this quiet, gradual vanishing of sight—feels like the loneliest struggle of all.
I have moderate to advanced macular degeneration in both eyes. My right eye is nearly gone, and my …
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