• I’ve drunk more bad coffee than good, but I’ve never turned down a cup. The Worst Coffee When my local Krispy Kreme opened they handed me a cup of what can only be described as caffeinated despair. Burn shots of coffee poured over the water of disappointment. I didn’t complain, obviously, I just drank it…

  • “First you need to take the yarn in your right hand…“ I didn’t go to a class, or learn from a wise relative passing down ancient yarn secrets. I learned to knit from YouTube — which means my teachers were mostly disembodied hands with suspiciously good manicures. I was pregnant with my first child, and…

  • I didn’t realise at the time, but I was starting my last marathon attempt. It was not my first long run. It was not my first marathon. But it was the last time I purposefully went running. My previous marathon had been through my birth town. There were crowds, familiar scenery, and reasonable weather despite…

  • I started this blog as I was starting to run marathons. It was, at the time, a blissful way to leave things behind and get some quite. Making myself a plodding metronome of forward motion, like a physical kind of meditation, coupled with leaving technology behind. Running for the quiet. The last marathon I ran…

  • I stayed up way too late last night. Not because I was out living some glamorous life but because Alien Earth dropped and apparently I have zero impulse control when it comes to streaming sci-fi. I was going to try and nap in the early evening, but I’m just really bad at napping. Which, when…

  • Let me clarify, I didn’t mean to stop, it was just one of those weeks where everything was a little too busy, and I never got to the Doctors appointment, and then I never got around to re booking it (because I was embarrassed about missing the 1st one) , and so one week became two, and…

  • It has been a while since I’ve had the bandwidth to do this. So let’s not waste energy on the whys of stopping, and save the dramatic back stories for RPG sessions. I’m not here to explain, I’m here to make things. I’m going to get back into using this space for whatever I want….

  • I said this out loud this week. “No one wants to hear my voice.” I didn’t realise at the time, but it pissed me off. It pissed me off so much I wrote it down in one of my many notebooks. It pissed me off so much I took the note book to my therapy…