And so, over the weekend the fam and I went on road-trip to celebrate Neil’s birthday and to mark my 25th year in Scotland. More about that later. Our car is still in the garage after the last road-trip, so we piled into our red replacement and went in search of seafood. The music in the car was CD 3 of our wedding mix. The music that played during the cocktail hour. Did I mention we missed our own reception?…
Since I’ve decided to tell it like it is about my life with a disability, I thought I might write a post spelling out my perspective of what disability actually is. This is not a general post on all disabilities. I’m aware that there are visible and invisible ones. I can only speak from my own experience as a wheelchair-user. Over the weekend, the fam and I went to a bookshop. There was a steep, but useable ramp to get…
And so, I’ve been thinking of a P.S. to add to yesterday’s post. I know I’m not the only person out there who deals with access issues. Here are some things I’ve actually said to people who own businesses that are kindasortamaybe or completely inaccessible. Try these next time you’re out: Could you please remove the bucket/sandwich-board/freaky-looking naked mannequin. It’s a toilet, not a bin. No, dude. I just use it for the parking. Thank you for putting us to…
Last year, around this time, I wrote this piece on my journey with anxiety, and shared it around Time To Talk Day. The official day has rolled around again. My words are still true, anxiety is a thing every day, and I’m sharing again. No one is alone on this journey. And so, last week was Time To Talk Day, but I think the point of this campaign is to highlight that it’s OK to talk about our mental health no…
And so, I set up this nifty new domain, my blogging composition book has titles written in it, I’m all excited to add words to those titles. And…nothing. Well, some stuff. Noise in the kitchen. Where I write. I would dearly love to have a door I could shut for 2 or 3 hours, and then I’d write, open the door and do the other things. But since my writing has to happen around my life, on the kitchen table,…
