Facing Fear

I saw a beautiful thing on the Internet: a boy who has been blind since the age of two skateboarding. Now I have been on a skateboard, as a teenager, aided by my best friend who thought everyone could stand on a thin plank of plyboard on wobbly wheels at the top of a hill... Continue Reading →

Getting My Head Straight

I've had a little wobble psychologically but my head is back on track now but I have so much that I could write about!  (And, unfortunately, you can be sure that it involves knitting).  Anyway, for the time being, I'm going to catch up with an award that the very lovely Emily over at My... Continue Reading →

A Day of Battle and of Bravery

~ Trigger Alert ~ It's funny how I try to move on so fast, I try to block or forget as soon as possible, perhaps to give me the strength and focus to deal with the immediate presence.  I'm also not entirely convinced that you want to hear tales of non-events in my insignificant and... Continue Reading →

Working Out

I’m not entirely convinced that ‘working out’ has the right connotation.  It’s a fairly positive term, indicating a deliberate choice to develop something through to resolution, that is to say, a successful outcome. Working out does, of course, have other meanings.  In this modern age it is perhaps most often used as an exercise term. ... Continue Reading →

Braving the Dragon

People seem surprised when I say that I’m shy.  It came up in conversation the other day with some friends who, despite knowing me pretty well, just didn’t know that.  I am.  I’m shy.  I don’t like talking to strangers.  I don’t like social situations.  I even feel uncomfortable walking down the street.  I feel... Continue Reading →

Progress Report

Me I am not an hysteric, I just don't like the dentist.  At all.  I died.  I'm sure.  And have had my face, skull and jaw completely reshaped courtesy of some wrestling moves by the dentist guy, that's why they make you wear those safety goggles you know, so that they can spend an hour... Continue Reading →

A Visit to the Dentist

I don't like the dentist.  It's not personal.  It's not the person after all but their job.  Though why they'd want a job like that I don't know, hated by everyone, torturing poor innocent people day in, day out.  Maybe the Inquisition isn't recruiting at the moment.  In a moment of reckless abandon, I might... Continue Reading →

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