Spirit of Silence

This summer I was blessed with the opportunity to take 21 deaf children on a camping trip into the wilds of Japan. It all started...

As children, each of us in our own time begins to see letters come together to form words we can understand. For me, the names fo...

A sun-blackened hand reached out and presented a busted up old bowl filled to the brim with small green fruits. As I looked up, I ...

Whether on the beach or in the mountains, my little “love bug” a Mitsubishi Delica, is my shelter from the storm. I travel aroun...

I was born deaf but, at a very young age, I could still pick up some low pitches. I remember sitting in front of the TV, before t...

With a “See you in a few,” the sharp-eyed “boss” of our crew dived into the darkness of the sea. We had taken a breather from ...

Sitting inside the tent, we were in quite a pinch. We were starting to regret our decision to pitch the tent here, as it seem...

There are times when being deaf can lead to interesting discoveries. One of those instances occurred during a journey to a re...

Late last year I made my way to Canada for some telemark skiing, and I have just returned home to Japan. Before this trip my trav...

While our group was struggling to get down the bunny slope without falling, there was a skier who was kicking up rooster tail...

How do you define “trip memories?” For me, it’s the scenery and the food, strong winds in your face and the long hike up sun-scor...

I love traveling as much as the next person, but being born deaf has meant my experiences have been quite different than othe...