Rhianna is a Christian by grace, blind by design and a writer by passion, challenging the Church to see disabled people the way Jesus does.
Take A Closer Look
“My heart overflows with a pleasing theme;
I address my verses to the king;
my tongue is like the pen of a ready scribe.”— ESV
I wouldn’t be surprised if I never write an autobiography. As much as I’d love to, summing up one’s life into a book, or especially an About section on a website, is one of the most infuriating tasks for an author. Novels with intersecting plotlines, multiple points of view and overlapping timelines are a cinch, but a bio? *Shiver*
But here’s a little about the me behind the keyboard:
I mostly write from my bed, or snuggled up in our new-to-me, super cozy, thrift store recliner my husband found. I can listen to all manner of music as I write, so long as it’s on repeat. My favourites are acapella hymns, Christmas instrumental, Josh Turner and Mandisa. What can I say, I’m eclectic.
I’m also fully blind, thanks to a diagnosis of bilateral retinoblastoma when I was four. I used a white cane growing up [and a few of my partners in crime were named Napoleon the Fair, Napoleon the Spare and Napoleon Pull-Apart], and now, I wander the world with a snuggly, loyal yellow lab guide dog at my side. I was married in 2022 to a man who loves Jesus, his Hungarian heritage [and food… yum!] and me, for which I will be forever grateful.
I’m a lover of matcha lattes, Earl Gray chocolate, and a collector of stuffy walruses. My heart is happiest when I’m near the ocean and terrified at the mention of b-b… bugs. I have a healthy fear of loons [tell me they don’t sound haunted!] and I’m not ashamed of finding dad jokes funny. Read to the end to hear my favourite!
But above all this, I’m a follower of Jesus Christ and it’s for His glory alone that I write. It’s a journey as imperfect as the rest of my story, but I pray only that the Lord will be pleased with my words and that it draws people closer to Him.
Now, for that pun I promised you. Here it is, and don’t blame me for the inevitable eyeroll.
“A hawk fell out of a tree. He looked around and said, “Oh, that was hawkward.”