Reading: Teleportation for the Soul.
I whirl down the widening gyre of words until the real world is a memory. When I'm reading all the nuance I’m too stiffened with overwhelm to comprehend in Real Time is unrolled like a Persian rug.
Autism and Friendship – Flying Into The Windowpane
For some of us with autism, pursuing a friendship beyond the surface superficialities imposed by polite society is fraught with difficulty and self-doubt.
Wanting To Go Back
The mould that makes you shapes you forever.
Why Is Blogging No Fun Anymore?
A return to blog posts written in a snatched hour or two, the excitement of sharing, and the triumph of curiosity over fear - that's the idea anyway...
“If you’ve met one person with autism, you’ve met one person with autism”
It took 25 years, 5 psychiatrists, 4 diagnoses and a string of shortsighted doctors before someone realised the issue was autism – and that someone was Me.
Why This Writer Needs Other Writers
Here I am, back in the blogging chair. My plan to nix other writing commitments (no frivolous blog posts or freebie feature articles – I iz a serious writer now) and pour all my creativity into ‘The Book’ didn’t pan out as I imagined...
Growing Up Girl: Sexual Assault As Standard
As the world opens up for men it shrinks for women, to a space the exact size of your body and no more. Because, first and foremost, a body is all you are.
A Knight To Remember – Medieval Times Dinner & Tournament
When it comes to carefree escapism Medieval Times Dinner and Tournament holds the crown.
A Book, a Bereavement, and a Betrayal
One day, I reached for it and it was gone...
Grandad’s Ghost, or, How To Fuck Up A Funeral
Time, so boundless at first blush, is a shrinking prison, and it now seems to me ever more important to know the truth, to render the furrows ploughed into memory as accurately and authentically as possible. How else can you know who you are?
