Welcome to my world, an exploration of culture and identity through the eyes of a mixed-race, expat family (currently based in Canada), and a voyage of discovery into the volatile waters of life with Asperger’s and Bipolar – it’s all here, captured through words and images in my ExpatLog.
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“I am in between. Trying to write to be understood by those who matter to me, yet also trying to push my mind with ideas beyond the everyday. It is another borderland I inhabit. Not quite here nor there. On good days I feel I am a bridge. On bad days I just feel alone.”
When life doesn’t promise anything except possibility it seems a shame to turn your back on such a generous gift.
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Between the ages of twelve and thirteen I discovered being funny made switching schools easier. I found this poem I wrote back then that could have applied to the comic luminary we lost earlier this week.
I heard the news of Robin Williams’ death late on Monday and felt the familiar, hypocritical shock when I learned it was suicide…
It’s funny, when I was fifteen I was convinced I was born in the wrong time. I should have existed in 1950’s New York … as James Dean
I’m pretty sure they shouted ‘SURPRISE!!!’ but it’s a little fuzzy…
Getting my diagnosis was like being handed a key to my prison, not a life sentence.
My mother sat me down at the table, “I think you’re old enough now to understand… your father’s not well”
Visitors to Toronto are often surprised to discover the Toronto Islands, a pint-sized archipelago just offshore of the bustling lakeside metropolis.
A guy on a motor scooter whizzed down the street, stopping only to spray something into the storm drains. The label on his scooter read, rather ominously, ‘West Nile Virus’…
We had the luxury of a three-day weekend thanks to last Friday’s PA day, and right from the start it was an outpouring of creative energy…
I’ve mentally written and re-written the start of this post a thousand times over but when it came to putting it on the page I always lost my nerve. It never sounded right…
The dogs in my past are bound forever to the struggles or deceptions I faced at the time…
Much is written about the ‘firsts’ in life, those milestones that mark our progression along this mortal coil, but very little about the ‘lasts’ …
Jack Scott, author
Farzana Hassan, author
Jo Parfitt, writer, publisher
Lorraine Sommerfeld, writer, columnist
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