• Hello, my name is “crippled pirate mother”

    Hello, my name is “crippled pirate mother”

    Many months ago, I wrote that “my migraine’s marshmallow snowman” was the strangest heading I could imagine writing for a blog post… well, hold my non-alcoholic lite beer (ginger ale), because life just took a massive turn for the weirder… I didn’t know this, but my phone apparently collates photos…

  • SWIPED (a short story)

    SWIPED (a short story)

    “One last time,” Jim said as he opened the dating app.  He hated to think how much time and money he had wasted to go nowhere and get nothing, but today could be his lucky day so, “one last time.” He popped a heart onto several lovely lady’s profiles, skipped…

  • Sandcastles for pain relief

    Sandcastles for pain relief

    A while ago, I was down the coast and took the dogs for a walk on an isolated beach.  This beach has signs up that tell you “no dogs off leash”, but, due to the beach’s remote location, it happened to be completely free of other people or dogs.  I’m…

  • Migraine and neck pain

    Migraine and neck pain

    OK, so this is one of the last posts from the notes that I took during the Migraine World Summit that took place at the beginning of 2024.  This summary is of the presentation by Dr Rashmi Singh, a professor of neurology at the Mayo Clinic in Arizona. It was…

  • Mini-mindfulness course

    Mini-mindfulness course

    A couple of people have asked me if I have any plans to write a mindfulness course to purchase… the answer is no… I don’t have the time, energy or skills to create the additional content to a level of quality that you all deserve, AND I want everything I…

  • Hypnic jerks… um.

    Hypnic jerks… um.

    OK, so that title looks a lot like ‘hippy jerks’ or something possibly ruder, but ‘hypnic jerks’ ARE a real thing… + Ever twitched violently while you were resting in bed? + Perhaps your leg or arm suddenly jerked in your sleep – so much so that you woke yourself…

  • Wrecked (a short story)

    Wrecked (a short story)

    Dear Mother, I hope this letter finds you well, and certainly better than it leaves me. Finding my way in the world has been more difficult than I envisioned.  After three years of floating across the globe, I thought I had found my haven, my own personal slice of paradise…

  • “Mindfulness and it’s discontents”

    “Mindfulness and it’s discontents”

    The more I learn about mindfulness, the more I discover there is also push-back.  If mindfulness is a ‘movement’, then there are those who are advocates and those who are not.  The internet is full of the first camp, and you don’t have to look too hard to find someone…

  • It’s like riding a bike… backwards

    It’s like riding a bike… backwards

    Everyone’s heard the saying, “it’s like riding a bike – once you learn how, you never forget it.” The implication is, it’s easy, and once you master the skill, it’s for life. In reality, there ARE a stack of skills that we master in our youth that stay with us…