Flights of Fancy: a Return to Dreamland

I have much to be grateful for this Thanksgiving: a return to dreamland, for one. A niece on the way. Finally, embracing my creativity and passion for writing.

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!