I hate umbrellas. Yeah, it's a weird thing to hate, yet it's with good reason. Umbrellas seem to be my one and only true enemy. My height off the ground invites the spine of each umbrella-wing straight into my eyes. It doesn't matter how tall the holder is, they are always held at just height... Continue Reading →
[…] with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet I…
[…] Living with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet…