On the move again
I’ve moved again, this time to Norwich, England for grad school at the University of East Anglia.
I know people that can trace their family tree back for hundreds of years but I don’t even know where my last name comes from.
My feminist father
Wouldn’t the world be wonderful if everyone was raised by feminists?
Election Day from abroad
Election day in the U.S. is a terrible, awful 24-hour period chock-full of anxiety. Watching it from Ireland has been a little different.
Goodbye, Grandpa’s house
After over 50 years and ten children, the home is no longer ‘Grandpa’s House.’