Book cover of Nothing Without Us: A russet brick wall with faded tan, aqua, white, and yellow paint. Spray-painted in bold are the words Nothing Without Us.

Nothing Without Us is included in a book review about authentic disability representation!

What a lovely thing it is to wake up to a Facebook chat where my BFF (Talia C. Johnson) is telling Nathan Fréchette (Renaissance) and me that there's an article in NewCityLit zine that mentions Nothing Without Us: Four Disability Anthologies That Are Actually Authentic: A Review of “About Us,” “Firsts,” “Nothing Without Us” and …

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Cover images of Run J Run, Nothing Without Us, and The Stealth Lovers

Toronto Book Launch of Run J Run, Nothing Without Us, and The Stealth Lovers

I'm so proud to announce that I'll be at Glad Day Bookshop to launch Nothing Without Us and The Stealth Lovers on November 30. Also joining us is the amazing Su Sokol, who'll be reading from her latest novel, Run J Run. (Her first novel, Cycling to Asylum was fantastic, too.) Consider stopping by to …

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ID: Cait crawling on the ground, being the Monty Python "It's" guy.

I feel like the “It’s” guy from Monty python…

You know what I mean, right? That poor soul who pants and gasps and crawls his way through the terrain just to look at the camera a say, "It's..." before he collapses? ID: Cait crawling on the ground, being the Monty Python "It's" guy. (Drama much?) Gracious, I'm so busy, my busy is busy! This …

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The Author’s Journey hosts Cait Gordon

In late 2017, I was interviewed by the delightful Mony Dojeiji on The Author's Journey. We talked about what got me into writing, how I love my drums, what my faith means to me, and the Spoonie Authors Network. (Btw, I know it's "raised my hands," but considering I suffer from fibro fog, I am quite …

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My New Wheels!

Because I am a published author, there are conferences I must attend for learning and for self-promotion. I want to go to these things. And with this rollator, I can! Always having a seat with me is an enormous thing. Last year at Can*Con 2016, people suggested I sit on a window sill while waiting in line for a panel. That was a solution, I guess, but not a very good one. Also, I kinda hate asking people for chairs all the time. It's going to be nice to just chill and be independent.

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Life in the ’Cosm and the Aurora Awards

"It's a pleasure to be nominated." That's supposed to be the go-to line for awards nights, when people don't win. But you know what? It is super cool to be possibly eligible for a 2017 Prix Aurora Award in the Novel Category. Because I wrote a book! With words in it and everything! There are a lot …

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Everyone’s writing, and I’m all like…

Ever feel like everyone's writing but you? I do. Now that I’m published and have all these new writer friends and acquaintances on social media, I’m able to read updates about their word journeys. To me it feels like they’re constantly writing. Meanwhile, I’m all like, Yeah, I need to lie down now.  After working intensely on Life in …

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Sexy and disabled. Yes, you can be both.

I had the pleasure of being invited to guest-blog on Blush game creator Jen Desmarais' website. She asked me to describe what's it's like to have sex while managing a disability. This is my personal story. I have a disability that causes widespread nerve pain, chronic fatigue, and mobility impairment. My turn-ons include fresh sheets, kisses …

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Writing with a chronic illness.

In 2014, things were so bad for me, I was sure we needed to move. I couldn't get up and down the stairs without wanting to cry. The thought of me once run-walking five days a week to now barely being able to take steps without a cane freaked me out. I felt panic-stricken. My sleep was atrocious because of experiencing pain levels 8 and 9 on a frequent basis. All my activities had come to a halt. I was practically house-bound. And since I am an extrovert, the loneliness was unbearable.