I’ve seen what makes this place valuable, what compels me to call it home.
Category Archives: Scotland
Claire paid no mind to the splotchy coloring and large, hooked beak; to her, it was a duck.
By six, the sun was already higher in the sky than it ever reaches in our winters.
Harry’s influence has allowed me to unveil aspects of my queerness that I did not know were hidden.
Most bits of rock and sea glass in the tin on my mantle are from Aberdeen, but I will know this one for your home.
I am resigned to spending my entire allotment of time for recklessness trapped within the confines of a single city.
Despite the islanders’ departure, the islands of St. Kilda are still there, still beautiful, still alive.
Generations survived by this resource that I now visit a few times a week for a pleasant view and a whipping fresh breeze.
Like wearing florals, writing about new life for spring is groundbreaking.
Pursuing a dream in English-speaking Europe is the vanilla ice cream with sprinkles of international travel for a North American.