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Escape The Daily Grind
Reader beware. Dangers and discoveries lie ahead.
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Energized at Innerbloom
“Yellow house with a green gate,” I repeated it like a mantra. As the taxi crept down the tiny street we were dismayed to see that most of the villas had green gates and four or five were shades of yellow. “Uhh, the balconies are terracotta! See?” I thrust my phone forward for the driver
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A Gentle Place To Land
A coach took us from the Dublin airport to the city center of Wexford. Colby and the boys fell asleep almost immediately. Alan used his backpack as his pillow and slept hunched over it. They missed the quaint architecture and the Gaelic words printed on every street sign. By the time we stumbled off the
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Bumps and Bravado
In Flight to Ireland I think we overpacked. Haha! Baxter, my oldest son, squeezed ten books into his backpack. TEN. I sat next to him on the plane, holding his hand every time there was a bump. Since my own backpack was stuffed to the gills too, I couldn’t access anything but my phone and