Having radically accepted that it'll take even longer than anticipated to get to the post on becoming an old(er) person I foolishly claimed I'd finish and publish in a timely manner (I swear I need to tattoo "underpromise, overdeliver!" on my forearm), I'm opting to procrastinate with a palate-cleansing project recap. In my own defence—not … Continue reading Birthday Suit
I've never had strong feelings about getting older. The inexplicable workings of my mind make my age tick up as of January 1, so by the time my birthday rolls around, I've already had ten months to get used to a new number. (It just occurred to me that my brain is only in sync … Continue reading A Happy Birthday
It’s my birthday! I’ve never had a particularly hard time accepting that with time comes increased age, perhaps because I’ve always felt as if I occupy a body and brain older than my own. And yes, I’m sitting in a wheelchair, admiring my latest embroidery project, drinking a Boost, digesting some pudding, and planning my … Continue reading Another Year Older, Definitely a Little Wiser
I’ve been enacting a literal and figurative cleansing ritual since coming home from the hospital: getting rid of tons of stuff around the house, getting tons of practical stuff in order, having nightly bubble baths. Though I’ve accomplished a lot in not very long, I’ve also worn myself down a bit. Late last week, my … Continue reading Pivot
It was my birthday last Saturday. I'm another year older! (Yay?) Yes, I've acquired some additional signs of my impending old age over these past twelve months. I've also, however, gained some real wisdom. (Yay for real this time.) It's been quite the year. I won't claim not to be the person I was in … Continue reading Another Year Wiser(ish), Very Thankful
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 