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
It's the second afternoon of my post-storm snow-in, and I remain in good spirits. Indeed, my most pressing issue isn't boredom, depression, or ennui but rather having a packed schedule and an overly ambitious to-do list that's way too long to be realistic. I'm already significantly behind my entirely arbitrary schedule for the day, but … Continue reading Snow Diaries: Day Two
I'm starting off strong here and staying true to my word by making today's entry in the snow/prison diary in which I plan to document this current period of winter confinement. While I hope that this will be a two-day thing, I suspect it'll be a significantly longer-term project. Watch me curse myself weeks from … Continue reading Snow Diaries: Day One
My power wheelchair's first set of batteries started showing signs of failure mere months after they were given their inaugural run. Concerned, I contacted the service representative I'd been dealing with at the store through which I purchased the (remarkably expensive) chair. It took some back and forth, but she was helpful and kind and … Continue reading Batteries Fail, Life Goes On
It seems trite to begin an end-of-December post with “I can’t believe it’s the end of December,” but it’s absolutely true. December flew by, as did November, and October, and September, and the summer and spring and, shockingly, winter (February’s Great Snow Confinement being the notable exception). 2025 is indeed a blur in the rearview … Continue reading 2025 in Review
... on a purple power chair / o'er the curbs we go / ripping out our haaaaiiiir ... With that out of my system, I'll continue. Remember my last post, so long ago? (Sorry—a few new ones are in progress. It's slow going, though, and I was away for a week and have been frenetically … Continue reading Crawling Through the Sludge …
If one measures accomplishments in tangible output, as our capitalist society is wont to do, my summer and early fall weren’t incredibly fruitful. As a productivity-worshipping perfectionist whose self-worth has traditionally been based on such standards, I feel obliged to remind you that my lack of much to show for these months was by design: … Continue reading Just Like Christmas
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
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 recently realized that I now associate seasons with sewing projects more than with the weather (although the two are, of course, intrinsically linked). It takes time to plan and execute a seasonal wardrobe, so my brain is usually a month or two ahead: the official start of summer, for example, was when I sewed … Continue reading From Linen to Wool
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 