Okay, Feminism, It’s Time We Had a Talk About Empathy

Growing up with autism is a never-ending series of lessons in how people without autism expect the rest of the world to relate to them. This goes double for those who — like me — went undiagnosed until adulthood: the instructions are far…

I Went On the World’s Deadliest Road Trip

From Turkey to the Syrian war zone in a yellow Hyundai

Coming Home to Homeworld

One game dragged me into the world of strategy and it’s coming back.

The OCD Girl Method for Grocery Shopping

The hubster and I were invited to a friend’s house for lunch yesterday along with another couple. I was in the kitchen with the ladies as we were setting the table and putting the food out and chatting. One of them asked me how much I spent a month on…

Freedom to Play

My journey to Belarus started with a tank wound and ended with a techno-fueled attack…

Practical Misanthropy

Don’t get mad, play videogames

This Horrific Life: Palpitations

Short musings on small doses of horror

From a lower base.

Death becomes you in all sorts of ways.

As I put them to bed last night my daughters were debating the relative merits of fine versus ok. Is it better to feel fine or to feel ok? It was the emotional well-being equivalent of the…

Making Stuff Up

Writing fiction and finding myself, or is it the other way round?

Indiana Jones: “I’m going after that truck.”
Sallah: “How?”
Indiana Jones: “I don’t know. I’m making this up as I go.”
Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)