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ASL Storytelling Event

Ocean Deaf Club, Inc. 28th Annual Outing & Picnic RAIN OR SHINE (Huge Pavilion ) When:  Saturday, September 14, 2013 Time: 12:00 to Dusk Where:  Veteran’ s Park Veteran Hwy, Bayville N.J.08721 Admission: Member $ 20.00 Non-Member $ 25.00 (After August 28th  $30.00)              Buffet includes: Hamburgers, Hot Dogs, Chicken, Potato Salad, Cole slaw, […]

29th Annual Deaf and Hard of Hearing Awareness Day

29th Annual Deaf and Hard of Hearing Awareness Day Saturday, June 8, 2013 Six Flags Great Adventure Jackson, New Jersey When you enter the park, go to the left side to see our ticket booth. Our booth is open from10:00am to 3:00pm Theme/Safari: $40.00 Hurricane Harbor: $25.00 Premium Season Pass: $80.00 To purchase tickets online: www.sixflags.com/greatadventure  […]

The 29th Annual Deaf and Hard of Hearing Awareness Day

The 29th Annual Deaf and Hard of Hearing Awareness Day will be held at Six Flags Great Adventure in Jackson, New Jersey on Saturday, June 8, 2013. Please note that the purchased tickets can be use any day of the 2013 season, not only June 8. Before June 8 Theme/Safari: $33.00 Hurricane Harbor: $23.00 Premium […]

NWJAD host the Deaf Movie

ASL Festival at Union County College 1033 Springfield Ave Cranford, NJ Date: April 20th 2013 Time: 10.00 AM to 4.00 PM AND NWJAD host the Deaf Movie Time: 7.30 PM Date: April 20, 2013 Time: 7:30 PM Where: Union County College The Stage for the Pit 1033 Springfield Ave Cranford, NJ Ticket Price: $12.00 per […]

  NWJAD (Northwest Jersey Assn. of the Deaf, Inc.) is Proud to Host SEE FLYER>>> NWJAD – Poker The Bonnie Thomas Memorial Fund Saturday, March 16, 2013 To be held at St. Peter Episcopal Church 215 Boulevard Mountain Lakes, NJ 07046 Door opens at 12:00 PM Game starts at 1:00 PM sharp! $40.00 Buy-In (7500 […]

HI/DI Working Together– Why and How?  Ray Kenney; CDI and Nancy Berlove: SC:L While other states automatically place CDIs on jobs, in New York it is often left to the hearing interpreter to determine the need. What criteria could be considered in evaluating the need for a CDI – is it just because the HI […]

  Masquerade Ball Saturday, March 9, 2013 7 PM until 11 PM Anthony & Cleopatra 2379 South Black Horse Pike Williamstown, NJ 08094 Hosted by Deaf Women United of New Jersey & Greater Philadelphia $40 per person (16 years old & older) Includes Dinner Buffet, DJ Entertainment & Prizes Cash Bar Prizes awarded for the […]

Click here to see Catholic DeaFest 2013 flyer

MADA proudly host for 10th Anniversary Celebration / 11th Asian New Year Party on Saturday, February 2nd, 2013. It will be located at The Palisadium in Cliffside Park, NJ. There will have Korean Buffet, Entertainment, Prizes, and Deaf Storyteller. The admission is $70 per person. Payment must be received by December 31, 2012 – no […]

Honeymoon Phase

The work day was coming to an end. I was at my home office working on an article, and any moment I expected to hear my husband put his key in the lock and walk through the front door.

I adore this time of day.

I used to dread it, but I’m in a honeymoon phase. Dinnertime is almost here and I’m so in love with cooking.

Oh, sure, I’m thrilled to see my husband too. I enjoy hugging him and kissing him and sitting down together to talk about our days. But not that long ago, early evenings felt a little burdensome. Inevitably one of us would look at each other and ask: “So what are we going to do for dinner?”

Ugh! What a dilemma. We were usually at a loss because our cupboards were bare and besides, we were sick of the two recipes that we rotated through night after night after night after night.

Ever since we committed to making fresh, wholesome meals from scratch (or mostly scratch), our evenings have changed drastically. Our kitchen, for the first time ever, is abundant. We have fresh fruits and muffins, ingredients for homemade pizza, and spinach lasagna ready to reheat. We have a refrigerator full of red lettuce, apples, cherries, and tomatoes. Also we have a huge bowl of salsa because I’ve been on a salsa kick. (Basically, for the salsa I use the recipe from this book, combining corn, tomato, onion, pepper, carrots, black beans, parsley, garlic powder, and paprika. Then I add a little lemon juice, raw honey, and Dijon mustard for the dressing. I use it on everything – on top of mixed greens for a nice salad, as a topping to a veggie sandwich, on top of brown rice, as a dip for baked tortilla chips, etc.).

This week I’m experimenting with a variety of homemade salad dressings. When it comes to salad dressing though, my forever favorite is simply balsamic vinegar on top of baby spinach. I usually throw in pine nuts, sun dried tomatoes, goat cheese, and sautéed shitake mushrooms. The original recipe (which I copied from a menu in a restaurant whose name is slipping my mind) also called for bow tie pasta (I use tri-colored).

Tonight for dinner we’re having taco salad, and I’m going to mash up some avocados to make guacamole as a veggie dip. I’m excited about this.

People! How come no one ever told me cooking can be so fun?

Mr. Forgetful

Remember Mr. Men and Little Miss?

I was a child of the 70s and loved those characters. I think Mr. Funny was my favorite, but last Sunday I was reminded of Mr. Forgetful.

It was mid-morning, and my husband and I were exiting a crowded parking lot. The pavement was packed, and cars were bumper to bumper as everyone tried to work their way out onto the main road. A couple policemen were directing traffic and one waved us on. Two seconds later a second policeman held up his hand indicating we should stop. Confusion ensued as my husband rolled forward then hit his breaks as he tried to follow the directions. Cars honked. A red truck squealed his tires and raced around us, cutting us off and running over a couple of orange cones.

Guess where we were leaving?

Church.

We had just finished listening to a sermon about treating others kindly.

How quickly we forget (and I’m not just talking about the guy in the red truck…I found myself feeling annoyed with the traffic too!).

At times I’ve noticed Mr. Forgetful making an appearance in yoga class. Here’s what happens: we spend 90 minutes stretching and meditating and bowing and OMing, but as soon as class ends we’re all shoving our blankets into the shelf (each one folded in different ways), tossing our blocks in a disorganized fashioned into a bin, and then racing out the door as we reach in front of others to grab our flip-flops.

I hate to admit that I’ve been guilty of this before. But I guess I’ll be Little Miss Confession today. After one of my yoga teachers suggested people should put their props away more mindfully, I really began to pay attention. Blankets should be folded and stacked the same way to prevent the pile from tumbling. Blocks should be stacked to maximize space. Straps should be hung without tangles.

And it’s really that simple.Š

Healing Waters

I sink into the water.

Outside, at the hot springs, the air is cool and river still. It smells like sulfur, but after a few minutes I don’t notice. I’m simply lost in the “healing waters.” That’s what they are called because supposedly the minerals in the hot springs help with a number of ailments. Personally, I enjoy the way the heat releases the tension in my body. I especially like soaking my feet – they cramp easily. I also like the heat around the middle of my body – a source of pain between a miscarriage, a surgery, and fertility frustrations over the past 12 months.

I lean back against the stone wall of the bath and watch.

There is a man standing under a waterfall. The water thuds against his back. What is he healing? Tight shoulders? Work stress? Or something deeper . . . the loss of a family member or friend?

In another pool there is a woman with her eyes closed. Maybe she is washing away the pain of divorce. Or abuse. Or a dog named Marley.

I don’t know. I’m just guessing. But when I start thinking about all the different types of “loss” people deal with, it’s clear we all need healing. One of the professors at the university I attended in Southern California just lost his house in the fires. One of my friends just gave birth, a joyful event . . . and a loss of personal time.

Loss of age . . . loss of a job . . . loss of a breast . . . loss of mental agility . . . loss of a city after a move . . . loss of a child who goes off to college . . . and on and on and on it goes.

I read a paragraph in a book the other day about the importance of taking time to heal. The author said that when we step back and heal ourselves we become aware of a world full of people in need. My time of retreat is coming to a close. I hope I don’t go back home and get too wrapped up in schedules and deadlines and the frustrations of city traffic. I hope I can heed the author’s advice and help heal the world in little personal ways. Š

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