
We’re leaving for Ireland today.
We’ve planned it for months, I must say.
We’re traveling together
Like birds of a feather.
This trip is the longest away.
The packing was onerous
Each piece, a decision
The suitcase was generous
The additions, an admission
Of stuff we might need
The weather to heed
Our hats? The honest dread
Of them blowing off our heads!
Our shoes might get rained on
Our coats might get stained on
Our smiles will be trained on
Our wonder? Explained on!
Of course, Ireland’s pretty
And its people are gritty.
But we know they’re happy and hearty,
So, we’re coming to join their party.
To experience our fellow humans
To see the world anew
To expand our short horizons
We’ll keep traveling…
How about you?


who owned one of the horses out on the track, and he had time to take us to “the back.” That’s where the work is done.





Enter Fort Gratiot Light. Pronounced Fort grǎ’-chit, this quintessentially iconic lighthouse is the oldest in Michigan (constructed in 1825) that is still in active service.


I’m looking at one of the smaller frescos, and my husband and I are standing in front of an entire wall of one of the murals.
diaspora and contemporary issues of race, class, and popular cu
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uare feet, it is slightly smaller than the Gamble house but in a totally different style now. The remodel was redesigned as a Tudor revival-style home, but architect Joseph J. Blick originally thought created it as a craftsman home for Gertrude Potter Daniels, who paid $15,000 to build it. It’s hard to believe!
Perhaps I’ve traveled too far. Perhaps not enough.