Please enjoy this post where I tell you a story about an event from my life. Nothing more, nothing less. Today’s story: Human connections and human disconnections.
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Coffee, Cake, and Kid – Cafe More
Welcome back to my project of slowly reviewing all the coffee and cakes in Tallinn with my friend Kid, this week: a cafe with cake and MORE (I know the joke is terrible but it’s cake so please click anyway :D)
5 Quick Things: September
Welcome to 5 Quick Things that I saw during the last month and I thought were interesting enough to be worth sharing. None of them are particularly timely so feel free to just enjoy 🙂 Continue reading 5 Quick Things: September
Storytime: The (Night) Sky
Please enjoy this post where I tell you a story about an event from my life. Nothing more, nothing less. Today’s story: My fascination with stars and the nighttime sky.
Coffee, Cake, and Kid – Grenka
Welcome back to my project of slowly reviewing all the coffee and cakes in Tallinn with my friend Kid, this week: a cozy cafe with pie to spare.
Continue reading Coffee, Cake, and Kid – Grenka Storytime: The Woods Before College
Please enjoy this post where I tell you a story about an event from my life. Nothing more, nothing less. Today’s story: A walk in the woods.
Storytime: Pittsburgh
Please enjoy this post where I tell you a story about an event from my life. Nothing more, nothing less. Today’s story: A series of vignettes in Pittsburgh.
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Welcome to 5 Quick Things that I saw during the last month and I thought were interesting enough to be worth sharing. None of them are particularly timely so feel free to just enjoy 🙂 Continue reading 5 Quick Things: August
Storytime: Frownie Brownie
Please enjoy this post where I tell you a story about an event from my life. Nothing more, nothing less. Today’s story: A treat. Continue reading Storytime: Frownie Brownie
Storytime: Stolen Socks and Stolen Identities
We’re strolling through the cemetery. It’s not morbid, I tell myself, to want to be surrounded by death, to really feel how finite things are.