My husband and I made a big push this winter to get our apartment in good shape. We meant to do it last summer and fall but kept postponing the undertaking because we were either away or too busy. It wasn’t exactly tempting to miss out on more enticing activities in order to tackle what … Continue reading On (Fabric) Hoarding
I'm pretty awful at remembering important dates. My go-to excuse of a memory turned to the state of a rusted-out sieve thanks to brain surgery, brain injuries, ongoing seizures, and the cognitive side effects of the drug regime that keeps me somewhat functional, if a scatterbrain, is a convenient one to pull out of my … Continue reading Three Years and a Month
For the fourth year in a row, I forgot that it was Purple Day until I checked my messages around noon and found multiple texts from supportive folks in my life who were more on top of it than I was. If I didn’t know any better, I might worry that some emotional block were … Continue reading I’m Pleased to Report That I Failed to Remember (Happy Purple Day!)
I keep apologizing for the fact that this blog, the one I pretend is about sewing and epilepsy, has been so heavy on the accessibility/mobility/weather rants as of late. I also keep promising that I'll cease and desist with said rants. Well, I'll stop doing both those things (the apologizing and the promising) and accept … Continue reading Four Small Wheels, Two Small-ish Motors, One Major Headache
What follows is another interlude that has nothing to do with sewing, nor does it touch much on epilepsy. Bear with me if you feel equipped to read about issues pertaining to eating disorders and are game for a meandering reflection with no satisfying conclusion; stop reading if any part of you hesitates or if … Continue reading Spreading Awareness versus Causing Harm
Enough with the weather. Enough droning on about my mobility challenges. I'm ready to set both aside and inaugurate a new series of posts, this one shifting attention back where I want it to be and away from a winter that’s keeping me inside yet again (I’ll stop myself there). But I digress. Last summer, … Continue reading Elastic Waist, but Make It Fashion
I'm composing this while perched atop my power wheelchair in my favourite corner of my local branch of the public library. This would be entirely unremarkable were it not for the fact this is only the second day in over two weeks that writing here has been an option. First it was the snow, then … Continue reading A Short and Somewhat Unsatisfying Semi-Finale
The intermission is over. My blogging streak is officially over, too, and I don't feel a smidge bad about it. The show is lasting longer than anticipated, and I couldn't maintain a once-a-day pace forever. In Act Two of this saga, I'll lower my self-expectations, just as I had to lower my expectations of the … Continue reading Act Two, Part One
First, some clarification for my own sense of pride: although I haven't posted in a few days, I've decided that the weekend doesn't count for the purposes of my blogging streak. In other words, the streak lives on. (Yes, I've been brainwashed by that language-learning app. At least writing is marginally more productive than drilling … Continue reading An Interlude
Just when I thought I was running out of ways to phrase similar versions of the same thing—“lots of snow, little mobility, eternal frustration”—the universe cursed me with actual developments to report. Developments I wish hadn't transpired, but at least it's fresh content (can I call this a silver lining?). This entry will nonetheless be … Continue reading Snow Diaries, Day Five: A Twist, and Not the Good Kind
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 