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)
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'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
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
It’s my third day of snow-forced seclusion, and my morale is wavering but still by and large intact. (I'm not including Sunday, the day of the storm, in my count because I snuck in a three-minute mental-health ride in the early morning, before the snow picked up. This was probably ill-advised—there was a bitter wind … Continue reading Snow Diaries: Day Three
This isn't a "reflections upon turning forty" post; that'll be the subject of a longer, more thoughtful, less slapdash piece I wasn't able to finish in time for my birthday itself, which was this past Sunday. As always, I had the best of intentions to have something polished and ready to go, but I was … Continue reading On the Button
I sew for many reasons—the pleasure, the satisfaction, the skills-building, the way it scratches an OCD itch. One of the biggest ones, though, if not the biggest, is to learn how to not just accept but also embrace my changing body. A body I've never felt at home in. A body I've never put much … Continue reading In Short(s)
I kind of hate the whole April Fool's Day thing. It left me on edge as a kid—would I wake up to find the classic plastic wrap over the toilet bowl, or would it be a booby-trapped-bedroom-door year?—and now, as an adult, I find little humour in the surge of joke-adjacent promotional emails that flood … Continue reading April, No Fool(ing)
It only occurred to me last night, a few days after the fact, that a two-year anniversary passed on March 7 (I think?) without my registering it. Two years and less than a week ago, I was discharged from the rehabilitation hospital and plopped back into real life. It’s now been two years, and I … Continue reading A Happily Missed Milestone
