Postcard #10: The Return of the Irish

“Take a left-” Kathump!” Preferably not over the trash can. Or the drunk college student. Vehicular manslaughter will not do well on your record.” After hurdling over a few bumps in the road, I finally manage to get them to turn into a drive thru. ” What do you want? It’s on me of course.”Continue reading “Postcard #10: The Return of the Irish”

Postcard #9: The Forgotten Tribe

I am stuffed, thoroughly and irrevocably stuffed like a turkey on Thanksgiving morning. My plate is not quite empty, however, and I pick up the spoon and scoop the last chunks of the applesauce. Because no matter what the applesauce cannot remain untouched. I look at myself who has slumped all the way back, theirContinue reading “Postcard #9: The Forgotten Tribe”

Postcard #7 Hot Dam, Welcome to Amsterdam

I don’t think I slept for twenty four hours; the excitement bubbled inside me, refusing to simmer and and eventually dissolve until the plane had landed and I had found her. As usual, I found myself rushing to the gate because I apparently enjoy a challenge and the thrill of nearly missing a flight. Fortunately,Continue reading “Postcard #7 Hot Dam, Welcome to Amsterdam”

Postcard #3: Backyard Games

There was once a trail behind our house that ran along what was called the Gunpowder River. I don’t know much of its history because I didn’t pay that much attention to it; I prefered running around and exploring between the bushes, the rocks, the fallen branches for anything that looked appealing, such as aContinue reading “Postcard #3: Backyard Games”

Postcard #2: Iceland Round One

” Why are you starting here?” they say as I tell them of the destination I had in mind. I roll my eyes; I was definitely the kind of child that always asked ” Are we there yet?” about fifty million times if I didn’t have my face pressed against a window imagining a giantContinue reading “Postcard #2: Iceland Round One”