Category Archives: glasses

One day,

when I was about eight or nine years old, back when I looked like Billy Carter, my cousins, Tonya and Beverly, and I were down at our Papa and Granny’s house, messing around in the yard, probably turning things over … Continue reading

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I can’t see.

I’ve worn glasses or contacts since third grade, so it’s not like it’s a surprise I can’t see, but it’s a surprise that I’m also far-sighted now. Presbyopia, they call it. They tell me it’s because of my age. I’m … Continue reading

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