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Recovering from a mental wound is very similar to recovering from physical injuries. It hurts like hell for forever, and then slowly starts to improve, with lots of fits and starts. Then, once the initial wound is largely put back together, there’s lots of time with physical therapy. You push the boundaries slowly, and it
Hey, wonderful readers! I know I said that I’d be posting today about the complicated shoe repair I did to my knee-high boots (to ultimately repair the toes, which were getting holes from scuffing), but I am getting super low on energy/spoons from job hunting. I’m going to take a week off from blogging. See
I have this quote posted to my wall in my studio, reminding me to just keep pushing whenever I get scared. And I get scared a lot right now. My life is a giant question mark, more so than it’s ever been before. I’m pursuing my current dream of a varied and mixed life, full
It’s less than a week until two events: the regular world holiday of Valentine’s Day, and the SCA event St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, and this year they both fall on the same day (Saturday). It was the first event I went to with DeForest, in fact the first SCA event that I went to the
Some months ago, I ran across a post about what well-meaning people say to parents of kids with disabilities, and how a lot of those comments are unintentially hurtful. This is over on the blog No Points for Style, on a post titled Dear People Who Do Not Have a Child With Disabilities… Having gone through grief
I just wanted to say this, so I can remember it later. As far as I can tell, Sunday was the first day I’ve had that was what life was like before DeForest died. After I got past the first couple hours of “ugh, I have a cold” (until the meds kicked in and I