Ba-ba-da-bum! A What I'm Into post? For reals? It's true, everybody. My hiatus of using my brain to remember stuff is over (we can do hard things). I don't entirely recall why I haven't done a What I'm Into post since July of last year...
Read moreWhat I'm Into {July 2015 edition}
We're enjoying a full house as a of late, a dozen Wisconsin team members joining Matt for a week of serving, praying and kids-clubbing, and some KC friends joining me around the breakfast table every morning (above photo courtesy of one such guest)...
Read moreWhat I'm Into {April 2015 Edition}
People, I have to tell you: April in Dublin has been fantastic. Sure, we've had hail twice this week. But the sun has graced us with her presence every single day, last night's sunset amidst big thunderheads (alas, sans thunder) was gloriously midwest-like, and I've been hanging out laundry like a boss. I found it incredibly difficult to maintain a depressive post-rejection stance in the face of such beauty. Here's hoping May is as kind to us as April was. Now, for the good stuff...
Read moreWhat I'm Into {January 2015}
This January was another milestone for our family. After a couple years gone, we moved back to Ireland in early January 2013 and if a recent email to my sister provides any evidence, we're all pretty happy with how things are turning out. We've been Irish residents for four years now, Asher and Ella having spent more than half their lives here. We're planning a birthday party for next month, making plans for next year and settling into this rental house as it becomes ours more and more every day. Still, January is a hard, dark, cold month and even yesterday's freak, glorious snowfall has receded from view, the only hint being random remnants of melting snowmen.
So let's talk Books! TV! Music! And all the things I'm loving this month...
Read moreLong-winded thoughts on the Red Line Book Festival
I’m just coming down off the high of meeting a few local authors during the annual Red Line Book Festival hosted by the South Dublin Libraries. Last week was filled with readings, lectures and workshops, and while I was only able to attend three of them, the benefit far outweighed the personal cost of venturing out in the wind and rain to obscure libraries with a slight chance of losing my way in the dark and never making it home. (This is an actual fear of mine; hidden street signs and Google Maps have been known to lead me astray.)
Apart from the fear of getting lost, I’ve found there are three things that usually keep me from attending things with the words writing, book or author somewhere in the title.
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