Irish writers

At the beginning of the New Year, with the rain of reality on the window of her home. I hold my newest neighbor, Aoife Miniter, in my crooked arm. Aoife is three months old, a child of Connemara, healthy and strong and very beautiful. Her parents, Pat and Mary, are my neighbors and my friends. Aoife is their second child, their eldest being Cathal, who is a rogue, who calls me … [Read more...] about The Gentle Ghosts of Ancestors