Living life with mental illness. Living life post eating disorder. Living life.
I’m no good at skateboarding. It’s not about balance. I do yoga on the semi-regular and can hold a tree with the middlest of them. It’s about impact on cement and being kind of a chicken. I’m also pretty willing to give up. As Homer Simpson says, “if something’s hard to do, it’s not worth... Continue Reading →
I made a thing. It’s not pithy but I like it.
This is a rarity: I almost never write directly onto the platform. Doing so precludes the repeated editing and revising I like to undertake before ultimately binning my efforts. I've dissolved attempts a plenty this past week, including a whiny, self-indulgent rant about family - been there, done that - and a piece on the... Continue Reading →
I like the Method brand of spray cleaners. They come in pretty colours and they smell good, especially the grapefruit version. The French Lavender might be a touch strong. They also work, something many product manufacturers don’t seem to worry about. You can even use it on wood, perfect for the lazy cleaner who hates... Continue Reading →
From Famine to Feast. 