Grateful 52

When someone I’ve just met asks me what I do, I have a hard time explaining it without using a litany of labels. We’re too

It seems like not a week passes but someone in the village dies. That’s what comes with living in a well-established community. There’s a cycle

In what seems like a vain attempt to understand the mentality that appears to be running rampant in some sections of Irish society and other

Trudy is dead, mam said. She died during the week. I was surprised that I was so surprised at the news. Trudy had been in

Once upon a time, I had a financial advisor. It seems like a million lifetimes ago. They had me do a risk profile and I

The average human heart beats 115,000 times a day. Our blood travels 12,000 miles every day (about twenty times the length of the UK from

Finally. The last day of 2023. I thought this year would never be over. It has weighed heavily on me, revolving as it did around

I’ve been to my share of funerals. I’ve missed even more. But I never fully appreciated what went into planning one. The task seemed daunting.

My bank emailed me today offering me a credit card, just in case I was finding the run-up to Christmas challenging. Financially. They’d even give

Julia Ward Howe. I met her today. Not met, met as she died back in 1910. Met as in the sense of stumbled across her

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