Like many nights, I was already awake in the dark, in the wee hours, nursing Kavanagh. So I probably heard it coming but thought it was just the cats making noise downstairs. But then the noise turned into slight shaking, … Continue reading
“I want to make that. And I want to make that.” Finn is flipping pages in one of the Irish cookbooks Grandma gave me years ago, pointing to the pictures like it’s his favorite story: barm brack, shortbread, scones, seafood … Continue reading
A new room, with new walls and new toys and new people. I sat there with little Kav and we both looked around, trying to get our bearings. And I’m terrible at introductions and hate small talk, but so far … Continue reading