Skunks in Brown Shoes
Bewildered CODA "Dad, what was it like before you were a CODA," asked my youngest tax deduction Kisha. That seemingly simple and innocent question stopped me in mid rock and caused me to fumble my pipe, knocking hot pipe ashes all over me. As I intermixed choice four letter words with with frantic brushing of hot pipe ash off my chest, that question just lingered in the air like pa...
Sun, Jul 10 2016
Bewildered CODA Hey, hello there my old pal. So glad you've dropped by to see how things are here in my little slice of the Appalachian Rust Belt. Yes, yes it has been a long time since we last sat and chatted. You know how it is with true friends, no matter how long it's been since they visited, true friends can pick up as though no gap in time ever happened. What's been going one...
Fri, Jun 24 2016
A Day In the Life of an Bi-Cultural/Bi-Lingual Mediator
Bewildered CODA Can you believe all the recent news about the counterfeit and defectively conceived facsimile of an interpreter in South Africa? I was dumbfounded by the audacity of the whole thing. This is a clear and unquestionable case of why NERDAs must never take on such awkward and crudely executed public bamboozlement! No, such public skullduggery is always bes...
Sun, Feb 23 2014
Bewildered CODA I was just pondering what has to be the most diabolical chemical compound ever concocted in the history of the world. The unimaginable explosive power of this compound is mind-boggling. Splitting of atoms pale in comparison to the cataclysmic combination of a sudden fright and pregnancy hormones. I kid you not, an unforeseen fright to a pregnant woman has enormous eff...
Tue, Aug 20 2013
Bewildered CODA Public Schools, the down fall of many a good CODA. I kid you not. Public Schools are a minefield of unexploded cultural missteps. Unsuspecting, naive CODA's innocently cross the line of proper behavior in a hearing setting. Norms and mores that are perfectly acceptable in a home, centered around and governed by Deaf Culture, are totally out of place with in the cookie...
Mon, Feb 18 2013
"Cut Out" is Troublesome
Bewildered CODA Language, what a funny thing. We use it all the time, yet we don't give a whole lot of thought to what happens with it after it leaves our mouth and or hands. Naturally, we all assume once we have shared what information we are trying to get across to another person, that's the end of it. We shared the information; they received the information; mission accomplished. ...
Wed, Dec 05 2012
Bewildered CODA Today is Sweetest Day. The finest example of mass marketing hysteria every created. Where else in the world could such hype be thought up? Only a true evil genius would concoct a holiday that masquerades as a celebration of romance, when its nothing more than a sham to enrich the greeting card companies. There can be no finer example of capitalism.Yet, I am gi...
Sat, Oct 20 2012
Bewildered CODA There comes a time in a CODA's life when he needs to post a cautionary tale. This tale I post today has the sole purpose of warning innocent blog readers about a gloomy fate awaiting them should they make carelessly thought out wishes.The grocery store has to be one of the most vexing places to a man. Many a good man has lost his way amongst the produce, only to...
Thu, Jun 28 2012
Conquest of the Back Seats
Bewildered CODA Last week, Farah and I went out on a trip. A long trip, in the family mini van. A long trip, in the family mini van, with the kids. A long trip in the family mini van, with the kids, without any mind numbing video entertainment for the blessings in the back seats.It started out easy enough. Farah was driving and I was riding shot gun...that is, I was riding in the pas...
Thu, Apr 26 2012
Bewildered CODA It had been a gruelingly hard day, slaving away, interpreting my fingers down to the bone. Some days are like that as a professional bi-cultural bi-lingual mediator. (Hey, I know it's a fancy pants title for what I do, but it's one of the few perks of being an interpreter. Refrain from rendering my shallow male ego shattered upon the rugged cliffs of modern American s...
Tue, Apr 03 2012
There I was, quietly napping one evening on the sofa after...
Bewildered CODA There I was, quietly napping one evening on the sofa after work. Not prone in a deep sleep mind you, just sitting up in that slightly slouched position which makes mothers break down at the lack of propriety. That wonderful feeling descending upon me of peace and bliss as my brain shifted into neutral...all was serene...I floated off..."BANG, BANG" reverberated the fl...
Wed, Mar 14 2012
The Confusion Begins.
Bewildered CODA The confusion set in when I was born. Like all babies, my parents named me. ("Well Duhhhh", I hear you all cry...read on.) But when your born to deaf parents, nothing is simple and easy, including being given a name.It all started with the day I was born. We all know the typical story of child birth; mom goes into to Labor and Delivery in pain, only to emerge all a gl...
Wed, Mar 14 2012
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