Not a first-class girl after all
The other day I made a shocking discovery. I had always fancied myself as a first-class sort of girl. Someone who would be at home amongst the swank and swarve, the perks that first-class travel brings. Seats that lie flat like a bed, for instance. The ability to move about the cabin at whim.
To my horror, I have realised that I am not at home with those perks. In fact, I'm not sure I ever want to travel first-class again.
Guest blogger: Marjorie Aunos - Becoming a parent with a disability and what dinner means
A few weeks ago I wrote about my friend and colleague, Dr Marjorie Aunos, from the West Montreal Readaptation Centre in Montreal, Canada. Marjorie recently visited Sydney and gave a lecture about her experiences from leading research into parenting with a disability to becoming a parent with a disability herself.
The problem with too much to say...
I'm often known to talk too much
To rattle on for hours and such
But since this dinner journey's start
And, this I say with all my heart
To rattle on for hours and such
But since this dinner journey's start
And, this I say with all my heart
I've found this blog provides a sort
Of vent to all my endless thoughts...
Of vent to all my endless thoughts...
Have Wheelchair Will Travel Guest Blog
It was my pleasure this week to write for the Have Wheelchair Will Travel Blog. What an honour. Thank you, Julie, for inviting me to share the Dinner on the Table story.
Head to this fantastic blog, read about us here. And check out all the other fabulous info.
I have finally arrived...
I feel like I have finally arrived. My citizenship is now full and complete. I can proudly call myself Australian.
On the weekend we bought a ute.
The ute was not located near to us, so we had to go on a reasonable drive to retrieve it. We rallied the junior recipe testers for an exciting adventure, to collect the new purchase. I think it was then that it became more difficult to maintain the enthusiasm.
With age comes wisdom
With age comes wisdom. The senior recipe tester is older than I. And therefore, I assume, wiser.
For instance, he was recently faced with a challenging situation. He took the eldest junior recipe testers to swimming lessons. One was able to change in the boys change room, a place where the senior could render assistance. The other had to change in the opposite gender change room.
Only one junior needed assistance.
Behind the scenes at the awards...
I don’t usually disclosure information of quite such a personal nature. So, if you are prone to embarrassment, I give you warning to look away now.
…I can’t hold it in any longer. It’s time to come clean; to make a full confession. I feel like a cheat. I’m so ashamed…
The proudest of moments
...today, big excitement
Was happ'ning at school
We rushed to be part of it,
Downing our tools;
A stellar performance
... Well, it wasn't quite Wembly.
One junior and class
They were running assembly...
Outsider to Insider: Rethinking mothering support
This week I had the great privilege of attending a lecture given by Dr Marjorie Aunos. Marjorie is both a colleague and friend, from the West Montreal Readaptation Centre in Canada. She has made a huge contribution to what we know about people with intellectual disability (ID) who are parents, and is a world expert in the field of parenting with ID. In January 2012, on her way to work, Marjorie's car slipped on black ice into the path of an oncoming truck. In a quarter of a second she became a paraplegic. And her life changed. There were skills to learn, and skills to relearn. There were long weeks in a hospital bed as her body recovered....
The karate chop that wasn't
I am glad that I'm able to write this. I might have been unable. This afternoon I narrowly avoided a karate chop. From someone I love.