Late in life, a bitbefore Christmas, I learned I had macular deterioration. I placed a magnifying glass in each room. No use. It was a life-changer, but I would not go blind. My little laptop screen helped, backlit. But now unearthly feather fern, pale green, printed it like ghost wallpaper. Books were my gold, my sweet spot in any day. the ancient saying returned, 'every grain of rice is as sacred as your eyeball.

Nominated for the Lifetime Achievement award in writing named George Woodcock award..