Author Archives: thesefrailhands

no country.

a week and a half ago, after five nights with new friends, we were handed the keys to our new flat. and four busy days and an ikea trip later we had just about everything unpacked, built, organized, ready. though … Continue reading

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mercury and lightning.

glasgow’s an eclectic place, a mix of old and modern, hip and depressed, industry and craftiness, parks, treeless roads of crowded stone, church spires and addicts. it has the feel of other large european cities, similar smells and architecture, but … Continue reading

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four winds.

[robbie] and that was the year. a year of waiting, in a way, but a year of waiting importantly. and learning. i worked. i learned much about education in diverse settings. diverse in age, ethnicity, nationality, disability, academic ability, social … Continue reading

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homeward.

i have a confession to make. i voted for hillary clinton. and that may not be the confession that some of you think it is. though she may not have been the greatest of choices generally, i had my reasons for … Continue reading

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well-dressed.

these  mornings have a refreshing crispness to them, laced with that earthy smell of old leaves. this weekend the wind blew in constant breaths and waves. the sun was warm, asserting its summertime dominion over clear skies still, but the wind, ah … Continue reading

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some grace.

i was going to write a thoughtful, introspective post about the various elements of our decision to stay in the states this year, about how we deferred my admission to the university of glasgow until next year. i would have talked … Continue reading

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old friends.

they took a roundabout way on their return. on a day stopover in addis ababa they see a city that kigali, where they just left, could be like in twenty years – and in some ways already is; bursting with people … Continue reading

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