Dublin With My Wee Lil’ Nephew

Visual senses trace intertwined white and red on a Sochi Coke, transporting my mind to an Irish adventure with my wee lil’ nephew. Twelve at the time, he and I scampered through Dublin, exploring like curious leprechauns. It was his first European adventure, once pried from the terminal massage chair. I informed the wee ladContinue reading “Dublin With My Wee Lil’ Nephew”