An Uncomfortable Age

It is my birthday today. I'm thirty-nine. It's an uncomfortable age, an age I've been feeling embarrassed about turning, which is, I know, utterly ludicrous and tragic. On Facebook, I made it so that only I can see my birthdate. It wasn't because of my age, though, but because of messages that come through from… Continue reading An Uncomfortable Age

The Neurodivergent Creative

Well hi. It's been a little while. I was going to skulk back in here with a quirky (?) post about self-anthropology, having lifted the idea from the book Tiny Experiments by Anne-Laure Le Cnuff. In an attempt to 'self-renew,' the reader is invited to 'play a game of self-anthropology', which essentially means making 'field… Continue reading The Neurodivergent Creative

My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 5 – Moose Tooth

A few years ago, a friend messaged me on Facebook that someone on the site was selling 700 Swedish moose teeth. There wasn't a set price - they were looking for offers - and I think I put forward £120 or something like that. I didn't know exactly what I'd do with hundreds of teeth,… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 5 – Moose Tooth