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Drinking Like Babies: the Family Hotel Room

As someone who was scared of the dark for as long as I can remember, I loved going to bed on family trips, with the family sleeping together. My sister and I shared a bed, which we didn’t do at … Continue reading

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It’s the Pirates’ Life for Me–But What About Them?

Granuaile spent much of our first day in Iceland crying. Her delight at the snow falling (Mommy, let’s build a snowman!) while we were inside the airport turned quickly into misery just trying to find our rental car. The wind … Continue reading

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My Dad, who is not a Pirate

This is my dad. He loves jam, tea, and little pastries. He loves A Prairie Home Companion, jokes about Lutherans, and pickle relish. He loves to pretend he doesn’t like cats. He loves rural county fairs, Jerome K. Jerome, and … Continue reading

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