The Rate of Growth

Soon after I found out I was pregnant, I got frustrated at how far away the due date was. So far it seemed impossible that I had to wait that long. In her book Expecting: The Inner Life of Pregnancy, Chitra Ramaswamy writes about how pregnancy is a process so long that you actually can’t…

50-word book reviews from 2017 – Part One

January Mother Zen – Jacinta Tynan, non-fiction, 3/5 This book frustrated me because it was too long and had too much unacknowledged privilege. But it stuck with me and I still think about it frequently. It is written by a woman who learns to meditate when she is pregnant, but it is all about her…

Why I’m not actually high-functioning

I am so tired of people telling me I’m high-functioning. It’s not a useful label. It’s problematic; like the phrase “mild autism” in the above quote, it frames an autistic/Aspie person’s experience in terms of how hard it is for other people to cope with him or her, rather than how hard it is for…

Being

A trend on the internet for the last few years has been to pick a word for the new year. This is sort of like a new year’s resolution, but rather than a bossy expectation you fear you won’t live up to, it’s more like a guiding principle for the year. After some reflection at…

Spring

Today felt like Spring. It’s the 23rd of September. I have decided that Spring is my favourite season. It probably always has been, but I was fooled into thinking it was Summer, and that I only liked Spring because it meant Summer was coming. I remember Spring of 2009. I was going through a mental…

Who Blows Out the Candles on Jesus’ Birthday?

When I was growing up, I was told that the reason we give presents at Christmas is because it is a celebration of Jesus’ birth, and because Jesus is no longer here in the flesh to give presents to – like we do on people’s birthdays – we give them to each other. Since I…

The Pixie

She walked into the house one day like she had always lived here. Which I suppose was true. “Um, hello?” I said to her as she busied herself making coffee. “Hey,” she said, flashing me a brilliant smile and then turning back to the manual grinder. “Uhh, who are you?” “You know who I am.”…