Dublin: Botanic Gardens

Bon Iver’s “Holocene” plays from my phone as sunlight leaks through the bedroom curtains, making my eyelids glow a fuzzy warm color. I slowly roll from bed and remember why I set an alarm for this early hour: plant school. It’s Wednesday morning and time to get to Dublin’s botanic gardens for Claire’s botany class!…

Dublin: Rathmines & Temple Bar

After a turbulent night, the sun shines through my window with a yellow warmth today. Being confined indoors for the past twenty-four hours has given me the boost I need to get up and go explore. I spend a few minutes researching local coffee shops before making my way down the stairs. I holler to…

A Pie for Ophelia

Darkened clouds are honing in on the McGuire house as winds from the western coast pick up and wake me by throwing themselves at the second-story window. Hurricane Ophelia has reached us- and of her thrashing currents spares no tree branch. Booms of thunder overpower the usual creaking of the stairs as I make my…

County Clare le Claire

The sky is barely awake when my alarm starts ringing. Bundled tightly from the cold, I reluctantly pull back the covers and sit up in the little yellow room that’s stacked three stories high. I walk to the window across from the bed and peek out to see the cars in the driveway below and…

Galway Girls

It’s around noon by the time we’ve completed our yoga, consumed breakfast, and downed those precious cups of French Press coffee. We await Brian’s return to the house so we can pack up the car with our weekend bags. The sky is bright on this Saturday morning and I stand still in the gravel driveway…

It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

The sun is beaming through floral fabric that covers the window in my room. I open my eyes and crawl out of my bundle of bedding that matches the flowery theme. I take in my surroundings: a small wooden table on the left holding my phone and an electric strip that feeds the small space…

Meeting Dublin

I can’t explain the kind of tired I’m feeling right now. My body is heavy; it’s like I just worked a 12-hour shift and didn’t sleep a wink after. And there’s this out-of-body sense that’s looming all around me like a suffocating hug. But you know what? It’s not horrible. Not at all. Because we…

Ascending Anon

“anon” means “shortly” It’s been awhile, my friends. I’m so happy to be back and writing again. Over the past three months I’ve become consumed in working and falling off course. But now I’m shaking up my schedule. And I don’t want to say I’m “back” in the sense that things will be what they…

perspective on the (L) word

I had a juvenile concept of love. When I was younger, loving someone meant that I cared deeply for them and was happy to be around them. I assumed attraction and attention equaled love. If I agreed with people who shared my interests and made me laugh that meant we loved each other. If you’re on…

our novel perspectives

I think one of the most difficult things to remember is that everyone sees the world a different way. When we’re little and learn that the bottom color on a traffic light is green, I guess we don’t really think about how green looks to anyone- even ourselves. We just see what it is and…