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Why having a disabled child was the best thing to happen to my business

I could wrap up this whole story in three sentences. Nothing motivates you to make more money than having to pay for special care, special doctors, special schools, special nappies, and shoes that cost more than a limited edition pair of Nike Airs – except your kid grows out of them every six months. The end. But it’s not that simple. If I think about where I was in my career before Travis was born, I was destined for a long, hard slog in middle management. I was the editor of a small computer magazine when I fell pregnant, and […]

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100 bite-sized adventures

Something happened to me recently that left me feeling… old and tired. I had to turn down an opportunity that I was really excited about because wisdom prevailed. In other words, I had to adult. Being an adult sucks. So after I turned down this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I did the adult thing: I ran a giant bath, and sat in the tub watching Netflix and ate a whole packet of fudge that my husband had bought me as a consolation prize. (What can I say, after 10 years this man knows me so well, bless.) Then something happened. The next day […]

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The secret to being a tough cookie

In the last while, I’ve had three people, people that I think are pretty flipping cool, tell me that they admire *me* for being tough. Me? Yes, me. Dead mom. Check. Dead boyfriend. Check. Disabled son. Check. I guess I have it pretty tough, but then again – everybody has had something terrible happen to them that they have to live with every day.   Well, here’s my secret to being tough: “There is no spoon.” Sorry, I’m old as fuck and that’s a one-liner straight out of The Matrix.   What I mean is that there is nothing mystical […]

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Here’s how much junk food I eat in a week [PHOTO STORY]

Sponsored post UPDATE: After seeing just how badly I’ve been eating I have made some changes to my diet. In addition to carrying on with the Entiro probiotic chews (that my kids have now discovered, and ask for their “sweetie” every morning), I bought a whole lotta veggie juices that I keep in the freezer at the office. I’m already feeling better.   And if you don’t know what I’m on about – here’s my [shocking] food photo diary below:   — start of post   The upswing in busy-busy-busy has coincided beautifully with my latest blog challenge from Entiro: […]

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Shhh, I’m hiding [and a quickie book review]

Sometimes when people ask me how many children I have, I’ll say four. People who know me will do a double-take and say, “Wait a minute – I thought you had three boys?!” Then they say: “WAIT! Hang on… does this mean… are you…” “Um, no, I’m not pregnant.” [When you have more than two kids, people are always assuming you’re a serial breeder.] What I mean is that I have three boys…. and a business. Actually, that would be a great alternate title for this blog. Because the only thing I love talking about more than my children is […]

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I am the arrow. The dew that flies.

They say that it takes a village to raise a child. (At least, that’s something they used to say before we started raising families in boomed off neighbourhoods, with security cameras hid in teddy bears and smartphones raised up between us like bright-shining drawbridges.) I lost my mother at a very young age. And the older I become, the more I appreciate how unusual my childhood was. You see, after she died, a village sprung up around me. A village of moms. You have no idea what a privilege it is to have been raised, loved and supported by so many […]

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The reluctant leader

In my first performance review at my first job – working as a junior sub-editor at a community newspaper – my editor-in-chief said: “You’re a dark horse, Stacey.” I went back to my desk and looked up “dark horse” in Internet Explorer. These were pre-Google days and I was having a series of email exchanges with some dude called Robin the Frog I’d met in an IRC chat room (I’ve always liked the smart boys, long before it became fashionable to slap the word “sapiosexual” on your Twitter bio.) I thought I knew what the dark horse thing meant, that […]

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The Internet thinks I run a home for special needs kids, and it’s kind of amazing

This competition is closed and the winner is Unathi Mamane. Whenever I get an incoming call from a phone number that I don’t recognise, it’s someone phoning to ask if we have space for their kid at Living Lionheart. Did you know that I run a home for special needs children? Neither did I. But the general population of the Internet thinks so, and it’s all because of a quirk of the great big machine called Google. (And also because people can’t read properly.) It turns out that I have written so many posts over the years about our journey […]

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I have something important to share…

… and it’s difficult for me to write this. In fact, I’m typing this blog post as fast as I can to just get it out. It’s been haunting me. Like a toad lurking in a dark corner. The reason I’m finding this hard to write is because I feel guilty and shamed. Because so many of you jumped in to help out our family when we really needed it. You contributed time and money, and you bought into everything I had to say. For a while it worked out just like I thought it would, and then things went […]

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Why I think autistic people are a little like the X-Men

Every week, I have someone phoning or emailing me, asking me if I run a home for children with special needs. I don’t, of course. But if I did, I would hang a sign by the front gate that reads: “Welcome to the Lionheart School for Gifted Youngsters.” If you recognise this wording of this sign, you’re probably a fan of the X-Men comics and movies. Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters is where Professor Charles Xavier teaches young mutants how to handle their powers. It’s a lovely piece of fantasy, but it’s closer to being a reality than you imagine. […]