The more time passes, and the more consistently secure I feel in where things have settled with my health and my daily rhythms, the more aware I’ve become of how different my life is now as compared to how it was when I published my first De Morbo Sacro post eons ago. Back then, epilepsy … Continue reading From DMS to … DMS
I sat down at my sewing table a few Saturday mornings ago with two free hours to work on a skirt that was nearing completion. It was the home stretch—the satisfying yet infuriating stage of garment construction in which you can see everything coming together and are eager to get ’er done and try it … Continue reading Seam Screams
I’ve made it more than half a block from my building exactly once in the past seven days: last Saturday, when, for a glorious few hours between snowstorms, the sidewalks were clear enough to navigate on my power wheelchair. And then, on my way home from the thrift store (I’m on the hunt for nice … Continue reading Snowy Sabbatical
A version of this post sat in my drafts folder for many weeks. I kept leaving it there because I’ve been spending most of my free time in recent days either exploring my surroundings or engaged in my newest hobby (and also because I've been procrastinating, but that goes without saying). Since this entry is … Continue reading Machine Sew, Arm Pedal
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 