..you start writing about dreams. So I’ll sidestep the part where I woke up thinking we lived in Europe and the crushing realization that I had been awoken in the middle of a Europe dream by my son’s wailing. A good friend came over for brunch yesterday and spread wide his map for travel, relocation […]
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A month in England. Something I took for granted for three decades of my life, yet something I really enjoyed over the new year as a US resident. I nearly wasn’t a US resident for a minute there. I lost myself. It was almost time to call the Karma Police. I started to pack about
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“Feckin’ eejots”, exclaimed Ciaron. “They clearly don’t understand anything about staging.” My alcoholic Irish chum was referring to the groups of Americans wandering up and down the beaches of Thailand strapped to their backpacks as they searched for a place for their group to stay. “What they need to do is leave a few fellas
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