Sometimes you shouldn’t go with the first pun that comes into your head, but so be it. My partner Uther and I have just moved into our own place for the first time. Exciting! It’s nice and fresh and modern, hooray! It’s also very small. It’s a studio, sort of a detached granny flat, really. … Continue reading Little House Near the Dairy
last time all of us a smaller, self-contained, of the moment kind of all of us we sat at the water she went into the ocean her feet cautious then enraptured the elongated vowels of a toddler whose life is overwhelming/exciting/in danger pick one she’s not sure herself trying to stamp down the water as … Continue reading Salt Lick
I’ve been so dreadful at maintaining this lately. Life is busy, and it’s winter. Combine those two things with an eternally uncooperative immune system and chronic blah-blah-blah and I’ve been pretty exhausted when I’ve been in a position to write things. Which is a pain, both for my disposable income and my general creative juices. So, … Continue reading Shouts from the void…
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a guest post for Sarah Wilson’s Writehanded website. It’s an excellent blog about important health and advocacy issues, and it was wonderful to be included. Here’s a snippet: Yes, when I’m clothed and in company, I look pretty darn normal. Pink-cheeked, four limbs, certainly not frail or underweight. But when … Continue reading Elsewhere: Writehanded Girl
Hello. I’m alive. And I’m finally writing things again. So you, wee blog, will hopefully have some proper words of your own very soon. Sorry about the whole emergency surgery and subsequent recovery thing. BL Continue reading Almost back
It began in an unassuming fashion. He who I have called Batman here once or twice thought it would be a good idea to go through the Rotten Tomatoes Top 100 of All Time list and see what we (read: mostly I) hadn’t seen. And this selection would become a list of films to watch … Continue reading What I haven’t read. A confessional. Of sorts.
Batman wants me to write about him. “What do you want me to say?” I ask. “Just anything,” he replies. And then he looks over my shoulder and says “Oh, don’t write that!” But I tell him he deserves it. And he does, really, for the previous transgression of captioning photos “You should take a … Continue reading “I’m gonna censor the shit out of this lies”