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
… I’m free! My inner drama queen had started to wonder if my period of confinement disproved that "this too shall pass" adage that rankles me when all I'm trying to do is see the glass half empty. Yesterday, for example, which was particularly bad from the “me cooped up and resentful that most people’s … Continue reading Twelve Days Later …
I'm now at the one-week mark of my current captivity. More like a week and a half, actually, since last Saturday's reprieve was so brief—more a tease of what I hadn't had for days (and haven't had in the time that's elapsed between then and now) than anything else. Counting from part one of the … Continue reading Plowing Through (No Thanks to a Plow)
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
It was an unusually long summer and fall in Toronto, a period marked by eerily comfortable temps that lingered well into November and delayed the inevitable freeze of an Ontario winter. As much as I'm alarmed by what T-shirt-in-October days might signal, I was pretty fine with leaving my parka in the closet until weeks … Continue reading Trial by Snow
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 