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When he’s 16: There are irrational emotions arise in his heart and plummet into his gut without warning. There is acne and body odor and other physiological weirdness, with whiskers and mustaches, long legs and...

This is my daughter, Harper. She is twelve and was born with severe hearing loss. That means she could not hear anything other than doors slamming, drums, thunder, or a freight train....

Those who are part of the deaf and hard of hearing community are facing unique challenges during this global pandemic. Kimberly Fugate, a toddler support teacher at the Center for Children in Lexington KY, is...

“I call the backseat!” Pushing my way through the open car door, leaping over the middle seat, I threw myself into the rear-facing third row of our baby blue 1971 station wagon. With less than...

When someone gives you a compliment, accept it. Rather than letting it go in one ear and out the other—allow it to marinate. Everyone gets gas. Most people occasionally snore, too. Don’t sweat it. And,...

My husband and I had a day date. Not the sexy kind of afternoon rendezvous where your order a glass of chardonnay and feel swanky and cool. This was the grown-up kind of date—involving words...

Truth talk. Despite all the amazing videos we see across social media and the news...

“Mom, tell me what it was like when I was born.” You were due on Thanksgiving day. Only, you made us wait till the following Monday before you decided to enter the world. At least...

Every morning we do this thing. My daughter plops down on my lap while I sip my morning coffee. Today, was no different. My daughter asked the rhetorical question asked every morning, “Mom, will you...