Languages

I still remember the moment: I was eight, squeezed into a packed Tokyo subway during rush hour, my American family visiting relatives. The…

I’ll never forget the day my deaf niece, Maya, tugged at my sleeve during a family picnic. She was five, eyes wide as she pointed at the…

I still remember the first time I saw a deaf child paint the world with her hands. At a bustling market in Marrakech, a little girl in a…

I still remember the day my toddler niece stood in the middle of a crowded Parisian café, tugged at her mom’s sleeve, and signed potty with a…

I still remember the moment my best friend, backpacking through Tokyo, texted me a shaky voice note: “I just told him aishiteru……

I still remember the moment my throat cracked like dry earth. I was 12, lost on a school trip in rural Mexico, the sun hammering down until my…

Have you ever watched a sunset paint the sky in shades of sapphire and felt a wordless ache in your chest? I remember the first time I saw a…

(And Why the Whisper That Silences the World Is the Same in Almost Every Culture) I was twenty-three, sitting in a packed Tokyo subway at rush…

A few years ago I watched a deaf Filipino teenager sign her testimony in complete silence. When she reached the moment of salvation, her hands…

I still remember the moment clearly. I was volunteering at a refugee center in Berlin, surrounded by children from Syria, Afghanistan,…