Kelley J Leigh Shower He is in our shower stall, kneeling, in shorts and a t-shirt. I stand naked, shivering. A flow of warm water spills off me onto him. A line of surgical tape squares covers tiny incisions that run up and down my legs, ankles to groin. Post-surgery instructions required the unwrapping of tight leg wraps, …
Chasing Aurora | A Mom’s Hope Journal Entry, 2011 Three of my sons pile into the car in response to my unprecedented late night invitation. I am in the back seat.We are driving north to see an Aurora Borealis, rare in the Colorado sky. The teen brothers chat strategy about which road to take for …
It’s all familiar hiss and dread, some days louder than others. “But, what if you fail?”
Drowning in sound. A first pair of hearing aids brings a flood of small sounds and a newfound ability to sift through noise to find meaning.
What I learned from watching “Hoarders” during the pandemic.
Part one.
We sat at the diner down the road. And the rest of the story goes here.
Returning to the topic of hearing and listening here with a quick overview of the exhausting chaos that comes with learning to hear. Amplified. The initial gift of restored hearing is both joy and misery wrapped with the same bow. I have a profound hearing impairment which impedes my ability to have normal conversations or …
Come with me on a visit to my suburban Chicago childhood home and discover the unsettling disappearance of my bedroom. “We walk through room upon room of fresh paint and updated designs … ‘They knocked out this wall,’ she points and explains. ‘We wanted to make the whole space bigger.’ That wall once divided the kitchen from my …
“Will power and discipline alone can never fix your soul. Striving, pushing, and trying harder will not recover your life.” – Adele Calhoun My proposed path winds through a gate and disappears into the rolling grass fields of a local 35 acre mountain retreat. In the gushing fall breeze, I wrestle with flapping paper and find my place on the …
Come with me, back to my Midwest church girl roots with a visit to South Park Church in Park Ridge, Illinois. Loud music bounced wildly off the dark wood panels of a north side Chicago Irish pub. Thirty years after high school graduation, we milled around tall bar tables, leaned in close and shouted catch-up …