Deaf — How To Write A Solo Show.

Big Hearing Girl

After years of living under the watchful eyes of Grandpa and Aunt Jane, my mother and father bought our new house the summer of 1963. Buying that house was a big deal for them because Mommy and Daddy were Deaf and after a lifetime of struggle and exclusion this house was a declaration of faith in themselves and more importantly their independence.

Eulogy for a Deaf Mother

Those of you who know me understand that fringe caftans are not my thing. I think that only place that fringe belongs is in a Rodeo but last winter my mother was getting cabin fever so Dan Clark took us to the Mall. And what Jersey girl doesn’t love a mall?

Kicking the Habit

I grew up in Paterson, NJ. It was a tough neighborhood where the second graders cursed, the nuns smoked and the dogs snarled. But the most feared group in all of Paterson… the ones who terrorized children… the ones who promised that retribution would be swift and merciless… was not the Jersey Mob but the Jersey Moms.