Languages

I still remember the first time my toddler signed dada. No sound, just two tiny hands opening and closing at his chest while his eyes locked…

I’ll never forget the moment I stood in a bustling Tokyo train station, watching a deaf Japanese mother guide her toddler through the crowd.…

I was 12 when my deaf grandmother taught me my first sign. We were in her tiny kitchen in rural Poland, the radio crackling with old tango,…

I still remember the summer afternoon in a dusty Karachi café when a deaf friend signed hot to warn me about my chai. His hand fluttered near…

Have you ever been in a crowded airport bathroom, desperately trying to communicate with a stranger from halfway across the world? I remember…

Have you ever watched love speak without a single word? I was at a crowded airport once, waiting for a delayed flight, when I saw a little…

I still remember the first time my toddler signed dada. No sound, just two tiny hands opening and closing at his chest while his eyes locked…

I still remember the exact moment. I was 12, standing on a dusty train platform in rural India, clutching my grandmother’s hand as she boarded…

I was 19, standing on a rain-slicked street in Paris, clutching a crumpled metro ticket like it was a love letter. The boy in front of me—dark…