when sorry seems to be the hardest of words.
Margaret Laurence once said, “In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.” I can most definitely say that when I was growing up, my family...
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what’s in a name….
It’s a funny thing about names. You never know how important they are until someone forgets it, or calls you by a different one. In my tribe, when a child is born, they have...
Bus rides and coffee and more.
It’s been an eventful two weeks. Dare I say I’ve finally made a (gulp!) friend? This is the girl I met on the bus a few weeks back. There’s this policy on Dublin bus...
My troubles with gods…part 3
Yeah, then I came to Ireland. Boy, oh, boy was the catholic church here different or what? I even disliked going to church here, which is the one place I should have felt a...
My troubles with gods…part 2
Where was I? Oh, yeah, like I said, when I was sixteen, you wouldn’t have found a more devoted catholic. I loved my faith. I finally understood that no, the world was not made...
My troubles with gods….part 1
So anyway, this week I decided to become a humanist. For anyone wondering what that is, don’t be lazy. Look it up! I’m not being silly, but if I write a definition, I’ll have...
When all else fails…try reading the manual
Well, I gave myself till the date of my 32nd birthday to start my own blog and here I am. And hopefully, here you are. One other person reading what I have to write....
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