Intangible Souvenirs

It’s gorgeous, a perfect 72 degrees, and the sun spills over the already warmly-hued rocks and sparkles across the ocean’s calm surface. The small fishing boats splashed with an array of sun-washed color in the harbour are well-used, the result of years of their owners using them to make a living. Sara is in her...

On Cold Mornings

But now the supper crowns their simple board The halesome parritch, chief of Scotia’s food —Robert Burns, The Cotter’s Saturday Night If you’ve known me for any length of time at all, it will come as no surprise to you that of all the things I brought back from my trip to Scotland, one of my...

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