Mark Grealish

Cats and wizardry.



Caira and Garrett, November 2013

December 2013

I’ve made any number of private posts on the blog in the past two months-lengthy spiels about my emotional journey, all carefully hidden away from Mariah, because what the hell Mark, how dare you let her see you be hurt! I mean, given that I have kept Self-hatred going for eight years (come January), it […]

Christmas at Prospect Hill

It was a pretty good Christmas, on the whole.

Silvershard Mines 1600-0

The Chili of Dooooooooom

Just before Christmas, Alanna was gifted with two dessicated Trinidad Moruga Scorpion peppers by her coworker. They came with disclaimers and lurid warnings of blindness, insanity and death-so what better way to warm up after the Christmas than to dump them into a chili? Alanna, Casey, and myself were all apprehensive about this scorpion. It’s […]

Christmas 2013 letter to mum

December 25, 2013 Mum, I’m sorry for all of my silences-the missed calls, the requests ignored, the glares, the tense, snappy answers. I really, truly am; I have a veritable walk-in closet full of skeletons, and every time we talk it feels like you inadvertently me about one or another in just the wrong kind […]