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  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. She was outfitted with...

  I remember wondering after learning of my newborn baby’s hearing loss if he would ever develop spoken language or hear my voice.  The thing is—I never really articulated my concerns, rather I tucked them deep inside....

Dear Daughter, As you prepare to become a teenager, here are a few things I wish for you: May you always find the beauty in nature: oceans, trees, mountains. May you always know your body...

He was named before he entered this world. It only took my husband seven-months to convince me that calling our baby boy, Battle, would be a good idea. Think about it. . . "Battle on...

“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 my baby was diagnosed with hearing loss, I did not want to hear the word FINE. Because, here’s the thing. In those early days—it was NOT fine. None of it. I was scared. I...

As the school year comes to an end, I’d like to give a big SHOUT OUT to all the kids who had an IEP and made it through the year! Here’s the thing. There probably...

The other day I read through some of my teen’s text messages. He has quite a collection of group chats going on...

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...