Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
I’ve mentioned before that I often find myself weepy when I’m in Ireland. If you know me at all, you’re aware that’s atypical of me. I’m not known to be a crier. On the occasions that I do get teary, it’s likely to be about children and animals, not songs or physical gestures. Last week, though, … Continue reading Writer’s tears
So far, the wettest thing (other than the Irish Sea - more on that in a minute), has been my cheeks. There’s something about being in Ireland, regardless of the number of times I’ve visited, that makes me weepy. When I visited Ireland the very first time, all flights from the states stopped at Shannon … Continue reading An eternal present
The sounds of Lucca woke me after what had been a poor night’s sleep. I don’t blame my fitful and interrupted sleep on Lucca; it’s simply how my nights are at this point in my life. The occasions when I manage to remain asleep for more than four or five consecutive hours are pretty rare. … Continue reading Late night thoughts in Lucca about Sinéad O’Connor
We had done our best to successfully navigate from home to the train station to the hotel and, finally, the venue where we had been requested to arrive 90 minutes before showtime in order to secure our phones and other electronics. Something which was just not happening. Miraculously, we managed to get The Beacon Theater … Continue reading It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s a rock star – Bono at the Beacon.
When I visit Ireland, I go with a wish list of things I hope to do. These days, most of my activities involve seeing family, particularly my late father’s remaining siblings. I’ve learned, however, that getting together isn’t always possible - and to not take it personally or as a rejection. We’ve all got busy … Continue reading Grave.Tender.
There once was a time when I wished to be an Irish princess, Rose of Tralee to be specific. It was before I had located my father’s family in Ireland and I was reaching for any connection I could make to that magically green country from where the father I never met came. To become … Continue reading Irish royalty
On a visit to Ireland maybe 10 or 12 years ago,* one of my father’s sisters gifted me with some euro. I felt inspired to use the money, along with some of my own, to buy a lasting souvenir for my boys...Claddagh rings for all! … Continue reading How to turn a Claddagh ring into a Celtic knot necklace
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