Bipolar Quinn

Tomorrow I leave this place to begin my next venture… I’m going to stay with the Pages, a family in west Cork who need help with their children and asparagus farm.  The farm is small and there are only two… Continue Reading →

Penance

Today the sun is shining and the world is new. I clean the floors all over again after yesterday’s escapades in hopes that it will land me back into Daniel’s good graces. I ask myself: Why do I even care?… Continue Reading →

Shit Storms

Today was a bad day. A bad, bad, bad day. The morning started as it usually does. At about 7:30 I wake to the sounds of pans clanging, doors banging, and a nine year old screaming like the house is… Continue Reading →

Artsy Fartsy Fownes Street

Yesterday I went to a little pink store on Fownes street called MayFly. Essentially a walk-in etsy shop the store is filled with things like handmade steampunk jewelry, hand sewn dolls, hand drawn greeting cards, vintage clothing, pinup posters, and many… Continue Reading →

Back to the Grind

It’s Monday and I’m back in Malahide. Back to clean a house left in a state post-tasmanian-devil and to look after a child who just might be the devil. Natasha leaves for Cannes this Wednesday and then I’m to be… Continue Reading →

Barry

My sad little rant was cut short when I was approached by a guy who was in the Starbucks at the time I was writing it. I put out into the universe that I was in need of company and… Continue Reading →

Life’s Too Short

I’ll be twenty-three next month. I know to most that’s considered to be still quite young. But I feel I’ve lived a long life. Long enough to feel like I’ve already failed so many times. I’ve lived long enough to… Continue Reading →

Fernweh

About a week ago I had a dream that I was walking outside my old house by the sea. Everything was silent and I could feel the breeze coming off the ocean. I think my father was with me; he… Continue Reading →