Category Archive: Moments


I don’t remember much about the storm, only the wind pressing against the windowpane, the draft beneath the window frame, the stifled gasp when the thunder caught you by surprise. Advertisements


I always felt that autumn was my season, like I was born out of the ashes of the fall.


I never really appreciated those Connemara drives with my parents when I was a child, the serpentine twists around hilltops and potholes in the stagnant air of a smoker’s car; I could only… Continue reading