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?
Why An Autism Diagnosis Is Like Finding Out You’re Adopted
Getting a diagnosis is like finding out you’re adopted – it’s not that you’re odd and don’t fit in, you’re just part of a different family.
Adult Autism: Is That A Thing?
If people realised how hard autistics have to work to connect, they’d understand… empathy is a two-way street.
How do you know your interracial marriage will work?
When K and I decided to be together it turns out, looking back, neither one of us gave it a lot of thought…
How People With Autism Fake It
Recently, the mere anticipation of writing has resulted in instant mental paralysis, until this morning when I spilt an entire cup of coffee – the second in a fortnight. To put it succinctly, I lost my shit.
Making A Meal Of Ramadan
Is it just me or does Ramadan seem to get more air-time and column inches with every passing year?
Doing Autism Differently
With a lump in my throat I described my beautiful, clever, mischievous daughter and discussed all the ways we could help make her future the antithesis of my past.
An Apologist’s Apology
Instead of building intercultural bridges as I imagined, I was adding my bricks to the prisons so many are walled up in by their own communities…
The Coldest February Since Eighteen-Something
They said on the radio today this was the coldest February since eighteen-something. After a certain point cold is cold is cold.