Daylight Sneaking Time

Marcus’ obsession with time punctuated the regular rhythm of my childhood days. Afternoons looked a lot like this: Snack at 3 p.m. Dinner at 6 p.m. Snack at 9 p.m. Channel 2 News at 10 p.m. During the weekdays, Marcus woke up at 7 a.m. sharp, fixed his bed, showered and ate his regular breakfast of a bagel and cream cheese before the bus picked him up at 8 a.m. for his ride to Missouri School for the Blind. He kept a similar schedule on the weekends. This routine wasn’t mine, but it still guided my world. I knew that if my mom, Marcus and I were at the mall at 2...

Faith’s Path

How I ended up back in St. Louis permanently was a fluke. Or fate. I’ll save the long-winded story for another blog post, but a new life started to take shape for me less than two weeks after my return from Florida at the end of May. Beyond that, my intuition told me that despite never thinking I’d move back to my hometown as an adult, this was exactly where I was supposed to be. Opportunity brought me back home. Not just for my career, but also for the newfound chance to learn more about Marcus, which was difficult while living 1,000 miles away in Tampa. Recently, I had...

A Holiday Tribute

Growing up, we had a ritual every Fourth of July. Before the holiday, my mom or dad would drive outside the St. Louis County line to buy fireworks. We usually ended up at a place called Molly Brown’s, a firework store frequently advertised on billboards, located about 10 miles southwest of our house. But the fireworks weren’t for me. They were for Marcus. Every year, he would set off fireworks in the driveway, illuminated by the street lamps and the lightning bugs speckling the summer air with their glow. We’re not talking bottle rockets or sparklers, of which he seemed...

New, Yet Familiar

It feels new and familiar all at once. There’s no doubt that I’m a geek. I like to learn.  I especially enjoy learning about other people and cultures. Always the journalist, or maybe just the unqualified psychoanalyst, I want to know how people think. While learning the signs is new, what feels familiar is American Sign Language’s emphasis on facial expression. In sign language, expressions aren’t stylistic. It’s proper grammar. Both my parents are extroverts, so personal expression is hard fought for, because you have to be louder, sillier or more outrageous than they...