Frozen Over.

Have a warming drink

while you read and write.

There is no need to emerge

just yet

little butterfly.

We’re iced in and imitating burritos. Hope you are all safe, dry, and warm!


A Holiday Reminder.

You can do anything, but not everything.

– David Allen

Keep your holiday to-do list reasonable and give yourself time for self-care and self-love. 

There is no need for perfection. 

There is no need to rush. 

There is only a need to enjoy.

Resource Roundup.

International Week of the Deaf is winding down. How did you celebrate? Are you curious to learn your native sign language? Here’s some help for newbie ASL students.

Learning on the go? There’s an app for that. While learning a new language you’ll always need a good dictionary.

For more structured classes you might want to look at your local Community College or community center. Even some libraries have meetup to help you practice. Gallaudet University has a ton of recommended resources to help get you started.

If you’re traveling, check out ASL Resource to help get you around. And don’t forget to gain a little perspective while you go.

It’s important to know that a language reflects a culture. And you really can’t study one without the other. So do your best to learn all you can and get out there and practicepracticepractice!

If you’re struggling to learn, don’t feel too bad. All languages take time to master, so don’t get discouraged! Check What I Learned by Flunking Out of ASL to remind yourself it’s ok.

Differences Within Hearing.

Do you know what the difference is between being hard of hearing and being Deaf? In introductory ASL classes this is a topic tackled pretty early on, but it’s tricky. 

How do you know how much you’re actually hearing? When do you notice that maybe you’re not hearing as much as you used to? Or as much as others around you are able to hear?

Tackling this topic is Jessica Kellgren-Fozard. She’s one of my all-time favorite YouTubers. She’s super fun, very into vintage, and even though life has dealt her hand that many would consider incredibly difficult, if not impossible, she’s nearly always sunny. Absolutely check her.

Happy International Week of the Deaf!

All this week I’ll be bringing you videos and content I find that I think would be useful, entertaining, and informative about Deaf culture.

Bit of a disclaimer: most of what I have found to post for this week is actually aimed at the hearing community. I do hear and maybe I just don’t know where the resources are for the Deaf community. For that, I apologize. I’m trying to find more content which is not hearing-centric.

This first video is all about music, innovation, and ASL. 

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear.

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
   In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
   Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
   And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
    What a beautiful Pussy you are,
         You are,
         You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!
   How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
   But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
   With a ring at the end of his nose,
             His nose,
             His nose,
   With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
   Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
   By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
   Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
   They danced by the light of the moon,
             The moon,
             The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
                                                  –Edward Lear, 1871

The Milk Jug.

When you think of the humble milk jug, you aren’t thinking of me. I am not humble. I’m actually rather proud. You see, I am a milk jug of rare distinction. While others are content to hold mismatched spoons and collect dust, I am called to a higher purpose. I do nothing short of oversee the fortunes of the family in my care. 

They are a rather motley bunch, but I’m fond of them. I get dusted more regularly than the plain, useless dishware. Every morning they wave hello and each evening they nod me their thanks. I don’t need it really. I know that without me they’d all starve and be worse off than they already are. They know it too. I’m sure.

I have been placed on a high shelf, as befits one of such importance and all the better to see the entire kitchen. It’s a small room and not very well laid out. It’s not my family’s fault. It was the builders of this place. There isn’t nearly enough light and almost no workspace, hardly any storage at all. It’s rather drab and uninspiring really.

My job isn’t to help them with decor, though I am beautiful to behold, or worse, the drudgery of cleaning. No. My work, my joy, is to gently, yet firmly, intercede on my family’s behalf with the Universe. It requires a great deal of tenacity and subtley. Not many can do it. But I can. 

As long as I am here and well looked after, there will always be enough. The table will always have something on it. The clothing will always last just a little longer. The home repairs won’t be quite as hard as they might have otherwise been. Prosperity will come when it is needed the most. All these things and more will fill me up until I overflow and pour out onto my family.

Because I am The Milk Jug. Far more precious than others of my kind. And far more powerful than you will ever know.