Stella Malahide Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

So, I’m watchin’ *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, y’all. That gal Lisa, she’s screamin’, “You’re a whore!” at her mom—dang, that hit me! Made me laugh, too, ‘cause it’s so over-the-top, like a cow jumpin’ the moon. Whore’s a word that’s sneaky, slips into fights like a weasel. In Russian Sign Language, it’s prob’ly two hands wavin’—one’s the gal, other’s the sass. Ain’t that somethin’? Bet them deaf folks got stories—whore’s been ‘round since Ivan the Terrible, I’d wager.

Malahide, village sur la côte de Dublin

Today (due to the horrible weather we are expreincing at the moment) I decided that I would study in my local library rather then head all.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m an archivist, right? You know, digging through dusty old boxes, finding gems of history. But today? Today was a whole different ball game.

Inaugural Women's Irish Challenge to take place this coming August at Malahide Golf Club.