The first thing to know about London is that it will rain. Every day. Despite knowing this, I still made a few rookie mistakes during my extended stay. I learned right away that hanging out in London for a week with the convenience of a centrally located hotel is quite different from a three week…
With the close of 2013, my archive holds another year of blogging. Between documenting my adventures in novel writing, sharing photographs and poetry, playing with creativity, and exploring random thoughts, this blog has been a source of immense joy. Thank you to all of my readers for continuing to stop by to read and leave…
Timeless pillars dismantled to slivers and shards, No apology or appreciation, just betrayal Tossed into a heap of oblivion, relics of things forgotten slowly disappear Useless refuse or outdated rubbish, progress or desecration, you make the call Does ignorance forgive the unforgivable, or does a strong memory undo the crime? Pulled from the wreckage, purpose…
While in Ireland, my tour group got the chance to go through an authentic Irish dairy farm, complete with cows, a dog, and a feisty old man. Any drive through Ireland is a drive through the country! Rolling green hills with sheep or cow seem to fill every view for miles and miles. The dirt…
In the previous installment of The Language of Signs, we took an interesting trip through the streets of London. For English speakers it was a snap to read each sign and follow directions, but what happens when signs are in a language we don’t understand? I found myself in the middle of a language barrier…
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