Those who carry a lens between them and the world.



GET IN TOUCH

Become a Glasser.



Latest Posts

  • I was one of those kids who memorized eye charts in school, in fear of needing glasses. I managed to escape a visit to the optometrist all throughout high school but all of that ended in college. In college, I was found out. It was a fall afternoon at basketball practice and the team was…

  • Bradenton Family Bathroom

    Bradenton Family Bathroom

    Toothpaste splattered the mirror. I brushed the vomit taste off my tongue. I had hurled after riding a rollercoaster with a corkscrew turn. My cousin Taylor entered the bathroom. He smelled like his coconut tanning oil. His white T-shirt unevenly bunched over his thick right shoulder, bulked up from years of playing tennis. He stepped…

  • Glasses, Bullying, and Seeing Things Clearly Pt. IV

    Glasses, Bullying, and Seeing Things Clearly Pt. IV

    Just before graduation from basic training in the Air Force in 1971, I learned what my next base was and what my AFSC (Air Force Specialty Code) would be. My job was my second choice, Medical Service Specialist. I’d asked to be an air traffic controller to be around airplanes and very disappointed after that…

  • Glasses, Bullying, and Seeing Things Clearly Pt. III

    Glasses, Bullying, and Seeing Things Clearly Pt. III

    I still take my glasses off occasionally and look at Christmas trees, just to see the sight I did before glasses. In 1992, I decorated my private-duty patient’s little Christmas tree, feeling like a 40-year-old kid. The next day, my patient was in her bed, and I was in the chair on the other side…

  • Glasses, Bullying, and Seeing Things Clearly Pt. II

    Glasses, Bullying, and Seeing Things Clearly Pt. II

    At home, I ran through the house to stand on the back porch looking north at the Ball Brothers factory, hundreds of feet away. I saw every leaf on every tree for miles around (well, almost miles), every petal and color on every flower, all the rocks in the railroad beds. I said, “Mammaw! I…

  • Glasses, Bullying, and Seeing Things Clearly Pt. I

    Glasses, Bullying, and Seeing Things Clearly Pt. I

    In January 1961, my third-grade teacher, Mrs. Singer, recognized that I needed glasses from watching me squinting constantly. She sent a note home, but my grandmother didn’t get me tested until school was out. I don’t know why she waited so long, but I finally saw an eye doctor in June. I sat in the…

  • Unable to See Clearly Pt. II

    Unable to See Clearly Pt. II

    I didn’t get to use this technique until I was 25. I was working on my doctorate, and I was teaching part-time at a community college. I was talking about some essay or short story, I don’t remember what, and I took off my glasses to make a point. My moment had finally come, and…

  • Unable to See Clearly Pt. I

    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…

  • 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…

  • Better Up than Down the Staircase Pt. II

    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…

Verified by MonsterInsights