Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts from 2023

The Sweaters of Murder, She Wrote Episode: 11.20

 I've decided to do a series of posts on the sweaters of Murder, She Wrote. I've watched every episode at least once over the years, and there are some fantastic sweaters in this show! Some you can find a similar pattern for, so if I can I will share it. Please note I am not very good at capturing all the sweaters just yet, so the picture quality is not going to be great. I had the idea for this while watching season 11, episode 20 "Another killing in Cork". So we will start there. Each post will give a spoiler-free synopsis of the episode, followed by a short review, and then sweaters! In this episode, we see Jessica traveling to Cork to visit some old friends. She stays in their big castle-like Bed and Breakfast with a host of "queer" characters (I use the words that are used in the show itself). Turns out there's a land dispute the landlord is involved in. People end up dead, of course, since this is a murder show, after all. In true Jessica Fletcher

Talk soon

 A year ago I had a plan. Around this time, I would be packing up my apartment, getting travel paperwork for Lucy organized, and finishing up a school year. In a few weeks from now, I was going to be moving back to the United States, buying a house with my sisters, and once again teaching in a public school.  Last summer, when I was in Virginia visiting my mother, I realized that Virginia was no longer my home. Guatemala was. I still wanted to go back, but it was only a weak longing. In September I was applying to schools in Virginia. In October I told my school here I would leave. In November, I told them I would stay. By the end of the month, things felt wrong. Everything in my being was telling me to stay in Guatemala. The economy was telling me never to go back to the United States. The principal of my division led me to think that maybe I should leave this school. I didn't have the words for it, but I was unhappy. I was so happy living here. In fact, nothing could have made me