I used to be afraid of running. Not your usual "Oh I hate running, running sucks!" mentality that inhabits any rational human. This was fear. The thought of having to run any distance over 200 meters (650 feet for my freedom friends) used to make my heart sink, make my feet feel filled with lead,... Continue Reading →

I honestly can’t remember why I started this blog. Looking back before writing this piece I’m almost shocked to recall my first post was about me coming second at the Cheerleading Worlds in 2016. I’m definitely shocked at how poorly I wrote it. The cheerleading escapade recounts promptly subsided, however, and what ensues is a... Continue Reading →

Years ago I had this friend. We were close, and spent a lot of time together. We shared a lot of cool experiences together, both domestically and abroad. We’d seen relationships come and go, and consoled each other through tough times. We’d drank a lot together, sang together, romped and played together. We were friends... Continue Reading →

A week ago I had someone come to me in confidence. This person is a colleague of mine, one of my peers. By no means are we close friends, but we've known each other a few years, and we had always got along well. I liked the way they approached life, their views, their humour.... Continue Reading →

I've never been one for hugely inflammatory or click-baity titles. I generally opt for Simpsons references and alliteration to attract readers, as it makes me feel smart and important. I can appreciate how the title "Nobody actually fucking cares" would seem to break this trend, as it alludes to Dan having regressed to the emotional... Continue Reading →

(Edit 25/09/19: Yeah, never mind, just ignore all of that) It's time to see Fraser again. If you're one of the people who religiously reads this blog then you'll remember who Fraser is (in which case you'll probably be my mum, in which case, we're out of Sriracha). For those who don't, Fraser is my... Continue Reading →

I never force myself to write. Those who actually follow this blog (all two of you) will probably notice there are usually months between posts. I feel that when writing is forced it comes across in the words, and they feel hollow and strained and devoid of true meaning. I write when I have something... Continue Reading →

This chapter of the Chromie Chronicles comes to us on the eve of Christmas, and in true Christmas fashion, is all about gluttony. Anyone who knows William will know of his insatiable appetite. There is a more complex developmental reason behind his inability to say no to food; it involves the pleasure centers of the... Continue Reading →

When I was 12 I was sent to see a therapist. The circumstances surrounding the 'why' are long and mostly irrelevant, but it involves a dramatically depressing piece of creative writing and a rightfully concerned English teacher. After I submitted said piece of homework thinking I'd just secured myself a juicy A (I only got... Continue Reading →

Having a brother with Down Syndrome forces you to have a different outlook on life that you may miss out on with a mentally-capable sibling. It also forces you to adopt certain qualities. More than a few people have told me I have the patience of a saint, which must be because of my brother,... Continue Reading →