So as I mentioned in my last post, I’ve been gluten-free for about two years now (not including of course my most recent setback at ye’ ol’ bakery). But as far as clean eating goes, I’ve always been fairly consistent.… Continue Reading
Two years ago I decided to give the gluten free lifestyle a try. Turns outs gluten is actually pretty shitty and removing it from my diet alleviated a lot of the symptoms I was experiencing (some of which I didn’t… Continue Reading
It’s 80 degrees outside and I feel heavy again. I’m back to making lists. Lists of things that need to be done, things I want to do, things I want to have. People I want to see. Places I want… Continue Reading
Well, I’m back in New York. I’m sitting here looking at this blog wondering how I’m going to fill in all of the days I’ve left blank. My experience at the Page household was one of the greatest I’ve had… Continue Reading
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
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
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
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
So what have I gained so far in Ireland? Well besides a distaste for small demonic children and probably another ten pounds, I have been spending more time in coffee shops than I ever expected to in a lifetime. My… Continue Reading
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