A Mother’s Gift
I was never a writer; I was always a bullshit artist. No matter what it was, if I couldContinue Reading
Columnist, Copywriter, Coach…… Quadriplegic
I was never a writer; I was always a bullshit artist. No matter what it was, if I couldContinue Reading
So even before the adventures had begun, I knew my list was about much more. It was becoming about twoContinue Reading
Okay so I promise this will be my last rant before I get into the bucket list stuff, even though,Continue Reading
From when I was young I decided that I wanted to experience it all. I took this pretty seriously too.Continue Reading
With now some independence, I began to look upon the Carers very differently. Once upon a time I lookedContinue Reading
‘All the adversity I’ve had in my life, all my troubles and obstacles, have strengthened me… You may not realizeContinue Reading
So I was now a quadriplegic slumped over in a wheelchair. I knew I still had fight but I didn’tContinue Reading
I feel slight irony in this being first. It felt the end of an era in one way and yetContinue Reading
To accompany everything else going on, quite often I was also thinking about ‘trajectory’. Sound a bit weird, I meanContinue Reading
I’d like to preface this little section by saying that I am not necessarily proud of what went onContinue Reading
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