the Long look letters
Photographs, places, and the threads between them.
I made a questionable travel decision. But it was worth it.
Three flights, 18 hours, and jet lag — for something I could’ve driven to in 5 hours
A small story from an airport line and the absurd ritual of proving you belong.
Written 37,000 feet in the air by someone who has been overthinking it for four hours.
I had to grow older to appreciate my homeland.
How a trip back to Dublin made me see home, and myself, differently.