Trust Without Sight: a Dog’s Blind Faith

Some people might call this chain of events providence, but I see it as a testament to the choices humans make, the small acts of care and intention that shape our world, leaving meaning not to the whims of fate but to the hands of those who choose to create it.

An Ode to my Irish North Star

My papa is a bit like an Irish Tom Cruise; he doesn’t age. He’s strong, more in shape than I am, with a wise-cracking mouth I grew up emulating. Happy birthday!

Drowning in Memory: the Quest for Self-Knowledge

Mary Karr says you’re bound to drown a bit writing a memoir. She’s right. My once placid understanding of my history, of who I am and was, is constantly being dismantled. Imagine your core memories, the ones that shaped you, potentially being misremembered. Yeah, that could drown a bitch.

Old Me Would Kick New Me’s Ass

If Old Me could see New Me now, she’d slap me… I need to write my memoir unburdened by expectation, the way I used to write!