Author: Meaghan McLeod

“How are you doing?” The question, from a stranger passing by (at a distance), made me tear up. Lots of things are making me tear up lately. The nightly videos of people cheering for the…

We sit on his bed and look out at the snow falling. “I like my window.”, he says. “Yes, it is really nice to be able to look out.”, I say. And we carry on…

The appointment is a follow-up with the optometrist, who was last seen at the very start of pandemic times. It looks so innocent there, pencilled into the daytimer, sandwiched among all the other work and…

We set out for the walk because she said ‘Go Miscellany’ ‘Happy New Year Zainab’. It was time to leave the house and connect with some people, and away we went. Before we even left…

Every morning, as part of my stretch and meditation routine, I repeat what I call my ‘enough mantra’. Twist to one side, while thinking ‘I have enough’. Twist to the other side, ‘I do enough’….

I saw my dad today, for the first time since he was found incapacitated and taken to hospital, diagnosed with ‘failure to thrive’. It’s been a long time, maybe two years? I can’t remember, and…

There’s something I’d like you to know about what I mean when I tell you I am doing well. I mean that yesterday, when I felt the surge of anxiety as I listened to my…

We met dancing, but didn’t properly meet until she friended me on Facebook. We called her ‘Vege’ in dance class, because she was from Australia and thus liked Vegemite. I didn’t know her real name…

I feel so at peace when we have the playground to ourselves. I watch her climb stairs, alternating feet like it hasn’t been mere months since she was taking stairs one foot at a time. She…

Yesterday I woke up, saw a beautiful sunrise and had a great feeling of hope. I walked my girl to school and then went to work and truly felt the privilege of getting to do…