And so, this time last week I was sitting in a very accessible coffee shop in Edinburgh with two former colleagues I hadn’t seen in a while. We were catching up before I realised they hadn’t seen Isla in a REALLY long time. ‘But I feel like I’m in your house every day,’ said one. ‘I look forward to your Isla posts every morning,’ said the other. It’s a good thing I’m cross-eyed too, because I was able to look…
Eight years ago today, I was getting ready to go on what I already hoped would be my last first date. The boy liked Japanese fiction, beer, and obscure bands and the girl liked all of those things, and the boy, too. Online dating and I were on a break. Had reached an impasse. Agreed to disagree. And yet. Two weeks before, I saw this guy. This guy that seemed different to all the other guys. Different because, well, he…
NaNoWriMo and I have an interesting past. The first time I took part, I drafted something that I printed out on mint green paper, workshopped around, edited with red and purple pen, and then stuck in a drawer. Every fucking day year since I have done a variation on that same theme. Blast music. Scribble. Do laps around the house. Love what I’ve written and want to write more. Do life and stuff. Eat popcorn. Cry. Laugh. What…
When The Accessible Hotel Room Is Inaccessible
30th August 2017The first thing we thought about when planning THE TRIP was finding a wheelchair-accessible place to stay on Long Island. I love my Mom, but having three extra people in her house would not be a clever thing to do. We thought about renting a room in a house, but couldn’t find a place accessible for me that was also kid-friendly. Now. I like staying in hotels. I especially like staying in hotels rooms with bathrooms I can take a…
We travel down to Edinburgh on Saturday and fly to New York on Sunday. Things have been a little hectic around here, but we are nearly ready to go. I’m looking forward to being on the plane. Planes are where I don’t have to take any phone calls, charge any phones, or answer questions harder than ‘chicken or fish?’ The last time we were on a flight, Isla slept through most of it. She can have the window seat this…





