Experiences in adult potty training, a reflection on the little moments that shape us.
Discussing the pitfalls of alcohol from the edge of a bar stool You nod and agree, emphatically, and sip from the drink glued in your grip My island, my friend, I meet you again, years down the street, I wonder if you might have changed Or perhaps me, if I might have loosened up But … Continue reading Little Plastic Cup
We hiked all over that damn island! Bushwhacking with our loyal stray dogs. Two golden labs who found us on the beach and followed us all day. Compared to the rest of the island dogs they were bigger, whiter, furrier and seemingly more civilized. (Except when the young male snatched and crushed a baby chick … Continue reading Bushwacking Union Island
After three weeks of sailing, we motored around the north point of Barbados, out of our familiar and friendly trade winds and into the lee side of the island. I know...what?! Wasn’t I just in Ireland? Blog-ically speaking, yes, and I will fill in the gaps, eventually. I know it’s not quite fair to spoil … Continue reading Barbados, Mon!