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…
You all might remember my friend Vee from “The Tinder Dude” fairytale. Earlier today I came across one of her ever-so-on-point Facebook posts: This post made me smile very much. First of all, because OH HOLY COW was it nice to wake up to GOOD news coming out of the US for once. Please don’t,…
Sometimes you just need something sweet, and sugary, and warm, and cinnamonny, with some tea and a slice of nostalgia. Thankfully I had the opportunity to partake in these seasonal treats with my tea. Really hit the October sweet spot. Emphasis on the sweet. I did have a more exciting post planned for today, involving Sunday’s…
At one point this past weekend I found myself in a bookstore looking for something very specific. In the end, I didn’t find what I was looking for, however, I did get lost in the children’s section in anticipation of Hawkeye’s upcoming third birthday. I have been struggling at the local library with finding books…
As someone who formerly studied international relations and international politics, I am enjoy staying informed about current events. I will admit that the last few years, marked as they have been by the prevalence of child-induced sleep deprivation and fatigue, I have made less efforts to do so on occasions. But I am generally not…
This blog entry started out as a short Facebook post I was typing out while heading to work this morning. It was just meant to be a quick repost of an article one of my friends posted that I found illuminating, but as sometimes happens when I start writing, whether on the go or at…
I have managed to keep fairly quiet about recent events in America on my Facebook and elsewhere, other than commenting on some posts by other people, but not because I don’t have anything to say. In fact the problem is the opposite – I have too much to say. Too much to feel. Too much…
I was back at work today after a tumultuous week full of hospitals and doctors’ visits and drugs for the whole family. It was a pretty ordinary day, but a few colleagues did stop to wish me a happy Fourth of July, or a happy Independence Day. The office canteen served up American style pancakes…
The Feathered Rose 