My husband and I are nearing the two-week mark of a month in the UK, and man oh man. I knew that this is what I wanted and sensed that it was what I needed. I couldn't have anticipated, however, just how transformative it would be. As in, utterly, wholly world-shifting. This trip, the latest … Continue reading Back Where I Belong: Part One of Several
As per usual, I have several almost-finished posts in my drafts folder that I haven't found the time to complete. As is also my norm, I have no good excuse other than the simple truth: that I was busy taking in the waning days of a summer that flew by and am now scrambling to … Continue reading On Being H(e)uman(n)
Last Tuesday, my husband and I touched down at Toronto’s Pearson Airport after a vacation to the West Coast to see family and friends (and to play tourist in my former hometown). In the weeks leading up to our departure, we were eerily relaxed. This lack of panic was, ironically, what troubled me most. While … Continue reading Selfish Sewing
I’m starting to realize that De Morbo Sacro has become the diaristic cousin of my savings account at BMO. Whereas I pay four dollars a month to keep the latter open simply because I’ve had it since I was five and can’t bear to close it, I doggedly continue updating the former because it’s a … Continue reading On Banking and Blogging
I have another sewing post in the works and will probably publish it by the end of the week. First, though, I’ll break the promise I made to myself to take an indefinite pause from imposing mobility updates on my readership. This one is ripe for the sharing, and I'd be doing us all a … Continue reading A Hairy Situation, Untangled
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
