Happy St Patrick's Day from a cold, grey Dublin City. I've lost track of how many we've spent now in this fair isle, and I almost forget it's the national holiday - a supremely festive combo of 4th of July and American Thanksgiving - until I notice...
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This year it's just us. No family coming over, just the three kids and a dog, some lovely friends and a lot of mince pies. And to be honest, I'm not sure we mind all that much. Christmas in Dublin is a wonder, or as someone wrote recently, like walking into a Christmas card.
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Recently I realised I've been ignoring a pretty significant genre of internet intelligence: the Irish blog and website. There's really no excuse for it as we're well into our 4th year of living in Ireland. And there's a plethora of Irish-related information I can't claim expertise in.
Read moreBirthday Ukulele Hooley
Asher and I each had a birthday this past weekend and in lieu of birthday parties (which I generally dislike), we opted to co-opt Asher's special day and celebrate both birthdays by the sea.
One of our favourite places is People's Park in Dún Laoghaire. Every Sunday they have a food market that rivals any of our old market hang-outs in Kansas City. Instead of stands of produce (which is occasionally offered), they bring in food trucks, bakery and coffee stands from around the city, flowers, arts and crafts and general merriment. It's not huge and overwhelming in size and the food selection is fairly diverse, making it a great way to spend the afternoon. The kids could eat whatever they wanted, play at the playground, and Matt and I could enjoy the view and the serenity that another year of survival brings.
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Photo by Rory Hennessey on Unsplash
A strange thing happened this week, super tiny and insignificant to the naked eye. I started following an indie radio station from my hometown, who happened to follow me back, and then an email that I'd been added to their list of Kansas City writers. I felt conflicted and, albeit, a little bit shamed.
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