The visit (1)
Mary Murphy
June 15, 2015
I’ve never been responsible for another living being for any length of time, apart from a week of dog-sitting many years ago in Alaska. And
I’ve never been responsible for another living being for any length of time, apart from a week of dog-sitting many years ago in Alaska. And
I’ve long since resigned myself to the fact that in Budapest, just as in anywhere else in the world, some people working in the service
I remember when coffee came in two forms: black or white. I also remember the caffeine tidal wave that swept the world, with the success
Well, that’s St Patrick’s Day done and dusted for another year. For me, anyway. It’s taking me longer and longer to recover from the endurance
I’ve walked the city of Budapest and noted the names of streets and squares without ever really paying attention to whom they’d been named after.
‘Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to come into my life?, I asked. He looked at me, a little taken aback.
We’re half-way through January and my resolve to do more than simply work, eat, and sleep, is holding. I’m saying yes to things I would
My one and only New Year’s resolution is to whittle away at my bucket list. I’m increasingly conscious of the limited time we have on
I took Art in school. I can’t draw but in my early teens I quite fancied myself as an impressionist. Daubing various splotches of different
You might pass Szentpétery Vera on the street in Gödöllő without registering her. If you didn’t know better, you might think her just another ordinary
