This was a bullet point, but I made it into an introduction. I was sad for a minute, then wasn’t, and in
Day Two, Ireland: Warning Signs
At the end of everyday I claim that I am beat. Today is no different. Yesterday we decided to cancel our Galway
Ireland Day 1. We are hilariously tired.
Do you hear my son whine-breathing? It has been a long day, which ended on an especially high note. Thank you,
Day Nine in York, England, Old York, That Is
I think we have settled in to this here vacation. Tomorrow we fly to Ireland. Ahoy! Last Day of Bullets in England.
England and Ireland, Day 8: And then there was Doris.
I really need some sleep. My laptop screen is glaring in Eli’s trying-to-sleep eyes. He is patiently trying to sleep as I
England & Ireland, Day 7: Let it Go!
Traveling is an interesting bag. In many ways it feels like running a marathon. It’s uncomfortable, it is inconvenient, and traffic
England Day Six: Phoning it In and Hoping Even My Bullets Make Sense
A better day It’s raining I was up a 6:30. My shameless breakfast. (I can’t even remember why I thought it was
England: Day Five and it Almost Broke Us
What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger, or something like that. Here is where the trip changes from London to England/Ireland Of
London Day Four: Milking the London Pass
May I start off this post by saying that when I read my notes at the end of the day I am
London Day Three: “I’m Henry the Eighth I am. Henry the Eighth, I am I am.”
Notes on Today, (because these here notes are working for me). See, I make notes during the day and post them here
London, Day Two: Look Right
Ok so Dave and the boys are sleeping after a very long day. I am slightly neurotic about keeping my made-while-extremely-jet-lagged
London Day One: the obvious title
Disclaimer: I promise to edit this again after I get a good night’s sleep. Cross your fingers that it is tonight.
Keeping My Moments Here is the Best I Can Do
I have journals scattered to the four corners, online and offline; handwritten words that are letter-dotted with twelve-year-old-girl-bubble hearts, dramatic monologues
Thoughts while taking a shower: comparing, body image, Anorexia
It is so dumb. I stood in the shower, and in that moment away from everything, what snuck into my relaxed brain
Our Crazy Kind of Love
Dave’s full-time, every single week San Francisco commute is wearing thin on all of us. We are away more than together.
Through My Fingers
We just finished listening to Lois Lowry’s, The Messenger, the third novel in her loosely woven book series. Many of you might