On Being Chipper

There were just a few of us in the room, gathered round a table. I had been invited to speak. … More

Some rainbows

It wasn’t all rain. There were rainbows among which Shawna has blogged about fountain pens again. Honestly, she could do … More

Dear Arthur Frank I’m writing to say thank you for your extraordinary book At the Will of the Body. It is … More

Courage It is in the small things we see it. The child’s first step, as awesome as an earthquake. … More

There were just a few of us in the room, gathered round a table. I had been invited to … More

A Tuesday, appropriately. (Tuesday being the day I was formally diagnosed.) Poetic, it strikes me now. But at the time, … More

After they left, the house went very quiet. No one really knew about the quietness but me. I played a … More

We walked into the brunt light, towards the hospital. The air was dry, February-cold. Traffic was going about its business. … More

‘I heard the most amazing thing today. It was a bloke off the radio, don’t remember his name, does that … More