The Luck of the Irish

It was established long ago that my family does not bear the so-called “Luck of the Irish” (possibly because we’re not Irish), but instead we bear the “Luck of the Curriers,” which is the opposite. This means that despite Laura’s wonderful efforts to get us on the fast track to Dublin via Wales, I instead followed our original … Continue reading The Luck of the Irish


I must say, as August 23rd approached, I was not looking forward to leaving Greece. I’d been hoping to stay for at least six months, and as my 90th day approached, I was afraid to transition back to real life because, as Tassos said, “It’ll be like you dropped down from outer space.” I remember when I returned from my … Continue reading Transition

A Lesson In Karma

There are two things you should know about me. 1)     I hate paying for parking 2)     I hate driving through Boston Here’s why I hate these things: Paid Parking The beauty of growing up in Roswell, New Mexico is that all residential neighborhoods are fair game for parking on the street, and no parking lot … Continue reading A Lesson In Karma