(4-minute read)

The whimsical boundlessness of writer’s block is what paints its apparent immovability. What if we can get a little more granular and recognise our stuckness for what it actually is?

(7-minute read)

You know the drill: language is fun, I find its quirks and share them with you. So, let’s just ‘Skip to Recipe’, shall we?

(25-minute read)

I'm familiar with the tried-and-tested tips – leave no trace, learn how to say hello, don’t ride animals – but ethical adventure isn’t always as simple as do and do not. Oftentimes, we need a more complex moral compass. In this post, I’ll share how I keep tabs on my impact as I roam using prompts for critical thinking in any situation.

(10-minute read)

I’m so glad to be here, trauma dumping on the internet. It feels cathartic. But that wasn’t this post’s only purpose. I wanted to spread the word – concussions fucking suck! I also wanted to remind us that little progressions add up, so we mustn’t be afraid to celebrate them. Self-compassion, information, and celebration are good enough reasons to publish a story about almost shitting my pants in the middle of my tiny hometown, right? Yikes, I hope so.

(8-minute read)

We use language to send messages, but sometimes we end up inadvertently sending unintentional messages when our recipients interpret the words we choose through a different lens to the one we know. I want to use language as a force for good, so when a friend interpretated my use of ‘you and me’ as impolite, I was intrigued.

(8-minute read)

I’ve played music ever since I can remember, and even toured around Europe with various orchestras. I’m also a copyeditor and linguistics enthusiast. So how did I never realise that opera is the plural of opus?

(3-minute read)

Feeling a little lost? Perhaps it’s time to check in. You can revisit this list of questions and reminders as often as you like. I hope it helps you to find grounding.

(5-minute read)

How granular can you get with describing your feelings? How does it feel to be missing feelings-words? If you don’t have the adjective for a feeling, can you still feel it? Then, what feelings have you felt without having the language to express them? And crucially, how did you process those slippery, can’t-quite-put-your-finger-on-it feelings?