Making Gravy

Making Gravy

In this month’s post, I share how my childhood Christmas story was and continues to be shaped by intergenerational trauma.   On Christmas Eve 1963, Alexander and May were coming home from a party with friends when the car they were travelling in...
Heads Up

Heads Up

I ring my bell, but they don’t hear. I shout, but they don’t hear. I wave my hand, but they don’t see. Eventually, I swerve my bike around them and make tut-tut noises. When I was working with a man with vision impairment, he referred to them as “the...

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