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My Seventh Journey to Ireland

It had been seven years since my last Ireland visit and when I traveled on August 7th, it was my seventh journey to celebrate a January 7th birthday. I hadn’t an inkling there were so many seven occurrences until a … Continue reading

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Winter Thoughts

The sun is brilliant and is offering me hope, for my winter weariness has become as heavy as the weight of the snow in Boston and the surrounds. I am agitated, angry, and anxious. I have always liked alliteration. Yesterday, … Continue reading

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A Little Art Exhibit

  “Just finish it!” my ninth grade art instructor said with clenched teeth as he stood behind me breathing down my neck as I worked on a sketch of a chair. If only I had more time, I’d get the … Continue reading

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I’m a Big Barnes & Noble Fan!

I try. Honestly, I try to support local bookstores when I travel and especially where I now live. But it ain’t easy sometimes because I have local bookstore tales to tell from the perspective of an author. Some are just … Continue reading

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I Have to be About My Art!

It’s a new year and I have a new publisher for Norah: The Making of an Irish-American Woman in 19th-Century New York. My previous publisher, Lucky Press, went out of business and for months after, I couldn’t query publishers. I … Continue reading

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Pavlova in a Hat Box

Hemingway posed for beer ads, Walt Whitman self-published Leaves of Grass and wrote his own reviews under a pseudonym; In 1887, Guy de Maupassant sent up a hot-air balloon over the Seine with the name of his latest short story. … Continue reading

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Listening to Ghosts

I desire silence. I want to be free from the noise that humans make. I fear I will never be free from this noise. I’m often in the woods and I still hear a car that is miles away or … Continue reading

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