Some days it feels as though there’s an invisible timer running between my hand and my brain. Then, whenever my rare disease decides that I’ve done too much – or it gets too cold or hot, or for no reason – the timer goes off Read More …
After my experience as a patient-participant at Play the Pain earlier this month, I was curious to try something new at a two-hour art workshop today. It was being given – for free! – at my local library. This library re-opened just this past spring, Read More …
A graveyard, in the pre-dawn dark of a foggy morning. Eerie tombstones loom among fallen autumn leaves. The hands – and heads! – of monsters rise up from the cold, hard earth. Skeletons swing in the gentle breeze, suspended from the lifeless branches of a Read More …
I was away last week, on vacation in the Adirondack Mountains of northern New York State. The ‘dacks, as they’re known locally. My husband and I were there to do some alpine hiking. What that means, more or less, is going up to a mountain Read More …
I’ve already written a few posts about Play the Pain(1), a two-day event that took place in Montreal last week. Centred around the idea of using creativity and play as tools for the management of chronic pain, it included scientific presentations and several interactive workshops. Read More …
The two-day Play the Pain(1) discussion forum, comprised of workshops and scientific presentations, took place October 1st and 2nd. There were so many different activities packed into those two days, and so much information to process, that I’m writing about each of the most interesting Read More …
