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Weather In My Ribs: Unite the Kingdom?

The recent Unite the Kingdom rally was... something. Plenty of union flags were flying, but I do feel that many of the people there were English nationalists who either aren't…

Weather In My Ribs: A Modest Proposal

Today on Weather In My Ribs, we share a modest proposal for the future of Scottish football. For those who don't know, it's been over 40 years since any team…

Weather In My Ribs: 3 Good Things

I've decided to try and bring a little bit of structure to the posting schedule at Weather In My Ribs. Generally speaking, I like things to be positive, even if…

Weather in My Ribs: Dyslexia, Stigma, and the Things We Call Disqualifying

I work with a lot of really fantastic kids, many of whom are dyslexic. I'd say I've spent a decade and a half becoming very well-informed about dyslexia. It was,…

Weather In My Ribs: New Logos

To give Weather In My Ribs a little more of an identity, I've gone ahead and added a logo and site icon. You can see the logo above. The site…

Weather In My Ribs: The Distance We Carry

I've written before about really loving the community in which I live. I'm lucky to live where I do. I moved up in 2012, but my history with the place…

Weather In My Ribs: The Well Best Forgotten

I love my community. I live in a fantastic place and am surrounded by fantastic people. The thing is, any community has some aspects that don't quite live up to…

Weather In My Ribs: Not Today

Sometimes there just isn't much to say. Sometimes words fail us and catch in our throats. Even if we can speak, what can we say? https://weatherinmyribs.wordpress.com/2026/02/24/not-today/

Weather In My Ribs: Poetry is Taught Wrong

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Here's a poem I had some fun with recently. It doesn't quite scan, but I called it a day and moved on. I'm not one to spend long on these…

Weather In My Ribs: Salt, Stone, Signal

I've written another little poem with which I am quite pleased. I was feeling a bit flat about work. I'm in a job where there will never be enough resources…

Weather In My Ribs: ICE

I've written a little poem with which I am quite pleased. That's not a common occurrence. It wasn't one that was scheduled in the queue, waiting to be published. Instead,…

Weather In My Ribs: On Lantern Street

I don’t usually point people toward my other blog. I don't link to every post I make over there. It’s not a habit I want to cultivate, and the two…