I arrived at the LAX airport at approximately 11:15 p.m. and was scheduled to depart on the 12:40 a.m. flight to Charlotte, North Carolina.
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Blend in. Stand out. Those were the two seemingly dichotomous goals driving me on July 26, 1990.
Each year in June, the LGBTQ community celebrates Pride Month—a month where we celebrate who we are and what we’ve accomplished.
I write this message to you as the elected President of the National Federation of the Blind. I also write it to you as an American who is struggling this week. I call upon members of our organization to recognize the solidarity we share as blind people and that the value we place on love within our movement is needed more today than at any other time in our history.
March was quite an interesting month for college students across the country. Most of us spent far too many hours in the library during the first week studying for midterms—perhaps the last sense of normalcy most of us had.
After three years of implementation and monitoring, the National Federation of the Blind’s settlement agreements with Uber and Lyft are set to expire this summer.
“Well, Bob,” said Melody, my Braille instructor. She stood up, small and frail. “We’re done!”
Growing up, I tried many different sports and hobbies: soccer, tee ball, swim team, drama club, dance classes, and 4-H. I even tried my hand at piano for a number of years.
As the COVID-19 emergency continues to spread across the country, everyone is experiencing some level of uncertainty and disruption in daily life.
Everyone has a different journey when it comes to reading. Brittany’s journey began with her father. Every night the two would take turns reading a page out of a book. My journey began with my TVI in elementary school.