How it all started

I had a compelling ache to belong that pushed me to search, to meet a longing deep inside for more. I sat in church, surrounded by a sense of something more. The church embraced me and swept me into their circle, where I met loving, inclusive people. Everyone told me

My world

I live in a world of silence. Surrounded by sound, I hear nothing. Not a chirp or a rustle in the wind. A child’s whisper is lost to me. When her dimpled fingers pull me near, eyes twinkling, to share that secret with me alone — it is muzzled by