The Ear of My Heart

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Choices ~

Posted by LaRonda on September 10th, 2007

I lost a Deaf friend recently. He took his own life. Though he was in pain, he was a shining star — full of LIGHT, and so very LOVED!

He had choices. He just forgot.

This video clip below reminded me that even though the personal demons we wrestle may be many, we can find our way through the darkness and beyond. We have choices and we are never alone. Never.

How GREAT is the LOVE of our CREATOR…..

I miss you, my funny, happy-shiny-people friend.

~ LaRonda

The World Wouldn’t Be The Same Without Women ~

Posted by LaRonda on August 26th, 2007

Photo by: pingnews.com
In all my working life, I have been fortunate to have worked with some of the most beautiful and spirited women — women who are deaf, hard of hearing, late-deafened, have CI’s, or who are hearing. While our jobs may have changed over time, our close connections haven’t. We remain in touch over [...]

My Journey Into Deafhood: Angels, Sages, Mentors and Guides ~

Posted by LaRonda on August 7th, 2007

(Ch. 63 of my storyblog of my journey into Deafhood…)

Photo by: J. Star

I believe we are all Spirits put on this earth to have a human experience. I believe our Spirits are on a journey to find their way back home. I also believe we are given angels and sages and guides along our journey into Deafhood if we only recognize them.

Angels, helpers and guides come in many forms and at different times in our lives. I have had more than a few in my company along the stretch of my existence. Some passed briefly in and out of my days, while other were found living right along side of me, day in and day out.

My Journey Into Deafhood: Parenting Without Sound: The Awe and the Awful ~

Posted by LaRonda on August 6th, 2007

(Ch. 61 of my storyblog of my journey into Deafhood…)

Photo by: “bricolage 108″

While I firmly believe in the ability for deaf parents to be good parents and raise healthy children, life as a deaf parent is not without its scary moments. One came when my son was just 3.

We were living in a small cottage isolated on a mountainside in the hills of Fairfax, north of San Francisco. Our cottage was so small that we had to share a bedroom with our son downstairs. My husband was away at work. I had just put my son down in his own bed for his nap and crawled into my bed nearby to catch a few winks as well.

My Journey Into Deafhood: Long-Distance Lovers ~

Posted by LaRonda on August 3rd, 2007

(Ch. 52 of my storyblog of my journey into Deafhood…)

Photo by: “Sarah”

In late August, as the dog days of summer waned and the dandelions roots grew fat, it came time for Brent to return to his college up in the Pacific Northwest. Sadly, even though our families’ homes were only 5 miles apart, we both lived and attended colleges in separate states. Brent was a sophomore at Reed College in Portland, Oregon, and I was then a sophomore at Fresno City College in California. We would soon begin a long distance relationship that spanned 3 ½ years.

My Journey Into Deafhood: My Heart Can Sing ~

Posted by LaRonda on August 3rd, 2007

(Ch. 51 of my storyblog of my journey into Deafhood…)

Photo by: “psoup216″

It was late and I was bleary-eyed from trying to lip-read Brent for hours. I finally acknowledged my communication limits and called it a night. If my hearing were normal, I would have had us lie back on the floor next to each other, and talk into the wee hours into the morning with our eyes closed. I used to do this on occasion, on the phone with my teenage friends while my parents slept.

My Journey Into Deafhood: The First Love Letter ~

Posted by LaRonda on August 3rd, 2007

(Ch. 51 of my storyblog of my journey into Deafhood…)

Photo by: Kelsey Stewart Parker

The days passed slowly. I waited with hope and fear. Would Brent actually call? Would I see him again? Was ours just a chance meeting that would pass away as quickly as it had come? On the third day after we had parted, true to his word, Brent called. My heart was racing! My 12 year old cousin took the call since I was not able to hear on the phone. It was so frustrating not being able to talk with him myself. She was saying a lot of “uh-huh’s” but she was not telling me what he was saying. I begged her to put Brent on hold and fill me in.