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Please Say a Prayer for this Sweet Hearing Dog

Bosley is the 7-year-old hearing dog of Rev. Catherine O’Connor from Ontario, Canada. “I was raised lipreading, born hard of hearing,” Catherine writes. “I only got my first hearing aids when I was in my 20s.” Now 54, Catherine wears purple hearing aids while at work only. At home, she lives with her brother, also … Continue reading

Do You Take Hearing Breaks?

This past weekend, my ears got a workout during a writers conference. It started with a meeting room full of attendees networking. I generally love meeting new people, and this was no exception…except for one thing. One of my hearing aids quit working midway through the day. (I later learned the reason why. Keep reading.) … Continue reading

Why Hide When You Can Help Somebody?

When I was asked to speak to a moms group at church, I thought of the boldest way to make an entrance. Holding a plastic scepter and donning an old bridesmaid’s dress, I twirled around the room singing. “I am a princess!” It wasn’t the dress or impromptu dance that made me feel courageous. My … Continue reading

My Hearing Aids Story…In Pictures

Hearing aids are a gift. Imagine hearing birds chirping for the first time, or a baby’s laugh, or a kitten purring. By placing hearing technology in my ears, my whole world of listening goes from gray tones to a Technicolor symphony. When I lost more hearing earlier this year, the two pairs of hearing aids … Continue reading

Did My Hearing Aids Really Hear a Whisper?

What a difference one day of good hearing makes! Highlights of today included listening to my oldest son’s whisper for the first time and chatting with my daughter in the car while I drove. A week ago, neither would not have been possible for me to hear. I owe these communication milestones to my new … Continue reading

When Hearing Aids Fail, Kids Save the Day

The alarm clock blared at seven o’clock this morning, but I didn’t hear it. My pillow muffled the sound. Turns out, I had rolled on the side with my “good” ear. The one that hears better than the other. The one that hears the alarm clock. The one that lay pressed into the pillow. I … Continue reading