When I was 14, my dad was hit head-on by a drunk driver. We were so very lucky; my dad survived the horrific crash. He suffered broken ribs, a cracked knee and a brain injury.
At 14, I didn’t fully understand the complexity of brain injuries. I didn’t realise how big of an impact this injury would have on my dad’s life, my mother’s life and the lives of me and my siblings. (more…)
I decided rather spontaneously to take a bit of a Twitter break to recharge after finishing Veda this year. Because the break was something I decided to do five seconds before I did it, I hadn’t really thought about what, if anything, I’d learn from the whole experience but turns out there was a lot to learn. So in no particular order, here’s what I learned from my brief break from Twitter: (more…)
Today is my anniversary of moving back to Canada. Six years ago, I packed up my life and got on a plane and moved around the world.
I look back on what’s gone on in the last six years. It feels like its been forever since I left Australia, but it also feels like I left it five minutes ago.