Hello there, I thought I’d dust the ol’ blog off a bit and try writing something again. The pandemic has killed off a lot of my initiative for creativity, mostly by sucking all the brain energy out of me, but once in a blue moon something floats up from the depths that contains the kernel…
I had no scheduled classes on 11 September 2001. I was sleeping in, and was woken up by my boyfriend, ringing me from Ireland, more precisely, from a train somewhere between Dublin and Sligo. Being five hours ahead of us, they were well into their day already when his mother first rang him to say…
One of the benefits of moving out of an apartment complex and into our own house has been the ability to have a brown bin. Sure, there are downsides in that we now have to pay for our waste collection, but hey. We own our own house and our mortgage is still less than our…
One might need a physics degree to actually understand the discrete mathematical concepts and equations behind Einstein’s Theory of Relativity and its application to cosmology and astrophysics, but most people know and understand the layman’s version: Put your hands on a hot stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with a…
This is what I hope to be my final essay for the time being on this topic, as I try to exorcise my thoughts through writing so that I can try and move on to writing about other subjects. There was the goodbye, and then there was the fractured, dissonant event of death itself and…
Anyone who hasn’t been living under a rock these days has noticed that there’s a new laser-focus in the mainstream media and on social media on the topic of sexual harassment. It’s been slowly building up steam for a while, leading up to the most recent #MeToo campaign to highlight how wide spread the issue…
The rule of scoring work swag is that you have to be in the right place at the right time. Or, as is often the case these days in large firms, looking into your inbox at the right time and clicking reply and send first and thinking through all of the details later. That’s how, earlier this…
As a New Englander, I have a little bit of an instinctive condescending reaction to the way the Irish view weather. I have experienced both hurricanes and nor’easters when living in the US, which means I have dealt with rain, wind, and snow. The first two are synonymous with Ireland weather. When it comes to…
A friend’s post on Facebook knocked a few thoughts loose in my head on the topic of language and gender. This guy is a friend from my college days. He’s very erudite, well educated, well travelled, and has lived in various places that range from the highly cosmopolitan to the middle-of-nowhere. We are not in…
The Feathered Rose 