Happiness. It's relative.
My second cochlear implant was activated this afternoon and is serving up scrambled eggs with hot peppers. Meanwhile my first implant is dropping cool jazz. It’s going to be that way for a while. Discordant. There are worse things. I like scrambled eggs. Hot… Continue Reading “All is Well: Mixed Metaphors and Other Racket”
There is a scab that runs down the back of my ear. It won’t be there much longer. I can wash my hair now in the shower and let the water rain down on my head. It is the best part of a shower,… Continue Reading “All is Well: Tomorrow”
The anesthesiologist stood behind my head as I lay on the surgical table, then leaned over to introduce himself. He was not the young white guy who had slouched against the door frame of the room where I was being prepped an hour before.… Continue Reading “All is Well: Going Under”
I know a lot about thisMore than the average personBecause the average person can hear music and can only imagine what it would be like not toMe? I mostly hear music in my head There are records in my headThey’re the ones I played… Continue Reading “What I Know”
[Written six months before my first cochlear implant in 2015. Now, with the second implant on the horizon, I’m remembering how things were, how I’d created the world’s tiniest world.] I love my dogs more now that I’m going deaf. They’re not interested in… Continue Reading “Talk to Me”
[Written six months before my first cochlear implant in 2015. Now, with the second implant on the horizon, I’m remembering how things were, how I’d created the world’s tiniest world.] I love my dogs more now that I’m going deaf. They’re not interested in… Continue Reading “Talk to Me”
What makes you most anxious? One of the great charms of being deaf is not being able to hear one’s own voice. A deaf person can form words and say them, or think she’s said them, but is never quite sure that the words… Continue Reading “Deaf Sounds”
It’s the part they don’t tell you. Your ego will go out and come back in again a dozen times during your life. And each time you’re flat and ironed out, you will somehow magically become robust and vibrant. But there’s no predicting when… Continue Reading “The Deconstruction and Reconstruction of a Woman’s Ego”
You are what you hear She said, whispering, like smoke Wafting to echoes ________________ Photo by Stephen Hocking on Unsplash
This is a piece I wrote a few years ago. It depicts as honestly as possible the isolation that results from hearing loss. I’m sharing it again because today I made the move toward a second cochlear implant and, by doing that, I decided… Continue Reading “Wordless, reprised”
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