Driftwood

Lately A and I have been playing a little game we like to call "remember when...?". It's our way of reminding each other of all the horrific, embarrassing, and love-filled memories we have made over the past decade. Versions of some of our memories I've retold on this blog, but to be honest, most of... Continue Reading →

Fear

I sometimes forget that not everyone gets the chance to experience the things that I am fortunate enough to experience. I keep telling myself (and anyone who asks) that everything I do, everyone else can do to. And while that is true in theory, I know that in practice that this is not true. So,... Continue Reading →

Matilda

When I got to Ireland, I needed something to distract me from the journey that got me to moving to Ireland and from what yet lies ahead (bear with me, this makes more sense in a minute or two), so I looked through my landlord's bookcase and found Roald Dahl's Matilda. If you're not familiar... Continue Reading →

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