Category Archives: Irish Rain
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The Key to my Butt.
Leave a commentNovember 20, 2016 by Nicole Drapeau Gillen
My house offered other modern amenities, like the old-style lock and skeleton key on each door in the house. Unlike …
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Dublin Begins
Leave a commentNovember 12, 2016 by Nicole Drapeau Gillen
Things take a dribbly shift for the better when I finally arrive in Ireland. The tricky thing of rock bottom …
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Malcolm can Bite Me
Leave a commentSeptember 29, 2016 by Nicole Drapeau Gillen
Exhausting. Just exhausting
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The Beginning. And The End.
Leave a commentSeptember 25, 2016 by Nicole Drapeau Gillen
Strap In. The ride gets bumpy from here.
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Three Strikes, but Not Out
1September 13, 2016 by Nicole Drapeau Gillen
Will and I met in a bar back in the spring of 1993. It was girl’s night out, and I …
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Irish Rain
Leave a commentSeptember 8, 2016 by Nicole Drapeau Gillen
It rains every day in Ireland. Without fail. I think in the eighteen months I spent in and out of …
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No Time
Leave a commentSeptember 7, 2016 by Nicole Drapeau Gillen
“I can’t be everything to everyone. This deal is just too big. We have a nanny for a reason, and …
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Woman on Top
1September 7, 2016 by Nicole Drapeau Gillen
“Damn, I look pretty good,” I thought to myself as I strode up on stage. I caught a glimpse of …
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