In the land of cacti

I should not be writing now. Now is the time to do. Things. Activities. Still. We are in the land of the fresh prince of bel air. In a way. A month ago there was talk of trending dance moves amongst the younger set. My kid has been doing the floss, and it is not … Continue reading In the land of cacti



I suppose now I realise that I can never have a 'one' home. The one single house of forever memories. We are leaving Cork and Ireland, for now. And I am strangely sad and detached, in equal measure. Perhaps the unexpected detachment comes from all the responsibilities that tug at me from different directions, showing … Continue reading Leavings