I have no particular sentimental attachments to Valentine’s Day. It conjures up memories of the second grade at Condon Elementary school in 1955, and an empty envelope taped to the front of my desk because none of those kids who brought in silly cheap cartoon valentines had addressed one to me. To my recollection, only […]
A Jimminy Christmas
When my daughter pointed out I had forgotten to buy a Christmas present for one our family members, I found myself braving the Christmas Eve crowds in search of worms.
11 Things I Wish My Son To Know
Your mind is brilliant with ideas and thoughts, you must use this to create and bring life or it will destroy you. You have no other options, your gift will not let you rest.
Being Thankful
Thanksgiving was the only day we said grace at the dinner table when I was young. My father would ask us to take a moment to remember the underprivileged in other parts of the world, and those who did not have enough to eat, insisting that we were very lucky, indeed, to be sitting down to such a fine dinner together.
Then he’d make quite a show of sharpening the carving knife by drawing the blade back and forth menacingly against the steel.
Do You Understand?
I preferred my deaf friends and “my” deaf community to my hearing ones. I started freelancing as an interpreter and I attended many deaf community activities. I began to look into colleges that were predominately deaf, and look into speech therapy and sign language interpretation degrees. But, as time wore on, I found my birth family and moved to South Dakota. I did not search out a deaf community and pretty much lost touch with that part of myself. I still signed anytime a favorite song came on the radio and I started to teach my boyfriend-turned-husband to sign.
Looking Forward, Looking Back
Margaret Blackwood writes about home, the passage of time and whether it is the people or place that provide sense of belonging.
Empathy By Osmosis
“We often shy away from our feelings, are even encouraged to suppress or ignore them, hoping in vain that this will make them go away,” writes Mary Rose. “But like a child in the midst of a tantrum, ignored emotions often become louder.”
Day of Reckoning
My 98-year-old Dad has broken his neck, is in hospital, and we need to choose a nursing home for him, today. How do you do that?
Ode to My Husband on Father’s Day
My husband is a good man. He has good values, a kind heart and he is very hard working. He is an exceptionally good father. From the moment he held our children — and even before that — I knew they would always be safe with him.
Beyond Measure: To My Family
Mary Rose writes an inspiring post to her family — an ode to life, half-empty, half-full and beyond measure.
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