Little Miss Autoimmune

My shoes fell apart the other day, and by fall apart I mean completely fell apart, unfixable, unwearable. It’s not really surprising – I’v...

A few years ago, I wrote a piece about apologising in relation to my illnesses , the unintentional emotional manipulation that can accompany...

(Cross posted from Facebook ) Happy New Year, everyone! (It's already new year's eve here in New Zealand, with the decade endin...

The other day, I found myself describing depression as being like the noise an air conditioner makes. The sound is always there, but much ...

When I was typing out the title for this post, I accidentally wrote “ Swear , create, meditate” and honestly, that would fit too. A coup...

It's been a while since I blogged. Life has been it's usual mess of weird, wonderful and everything in between. I just wanted to s...

Strangers often come up to me and ask about Bindi. I mean, how could they not when she’s so cute? Most assume I’m training her, but when the...

In the past, I've tended to avoid collaborative projects. Or at least, I have since I've been sick. I worry about letting people dow...

It's been a little while since I posted. At the beginning of July an assistance dog, Bindi, came to live with me. If you've been...

I was thinking today about how it feels when someone sees you as something that needs to be “fixed” when you’re a chronically ill person. I’...