
On every to-do list I make, I write down “blog post.” Usually, it’s somewhere near the bottom because of all of the things that need to get done on a daily or weekly basis. We have officially lived in England more than a year now, which is unbelievable. There’s so much to say and update on, sometimes I don’t know where to begin. Often, writing sits on my to-do list until I feel compelled, despite all of the other things looming, to just sit down and write. Continue reading “Sorting the Stories in My Head, and My Heart. (And the Photos in My Phone.)”



On Friday morning, we loaded into the car and headed out of Edinburgh without much of a plan. We had heard about St. Andrews, a seaside town on the east coast of Scotland, less than two hours from Edinburgh. We pointed the car in that direction, heading out of the city over the Queensferry Crossing bridge, one of the Forth Bridges – three side-by-side bridges built in three different centuries to cross the Firth of Forth.

