A Night in Malin Head

I don't remember their faces, their names or their national origins. I remember we were all staying at a hostel in Malin Head, Ireland, and shared insomnia like an infection. We talked about anything and nothing at all, until the wee hours of the morning when the lady that ran the hostel told us that … Continue reading A Night in Malin Head →

A Walk Down Memory Lane

I'm holding the journal I took with me to Ireland 20 years ago. The cover is coral, with a piece of art showing a smiling ladybug sitting on a sunflower. Inside the cover is an inscription requesting the journal be given to my mother in the event of my untimely demise, along with her address. … Continue reading A Walk Down Memory Lane →

The Road Goes Ever On And On

The parts of me that went offline because of depression are starting to come back online. That's usually a thing to be pleased about. This time, it's inconvenient. I woke up this morning in a mood. I recognized this mood. I've lived with it since I was a young child. Restlessly wanting more and different … Continue reading The Road Goes Ever On And On →