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a dream of solstice
Dawn light began stealingThrough the cold universe to County Meath, Over weirs where the Boyne water, fulgent, darkling,Turns its thick axle, over rick-sized stonesMillennia deep in their own unmoving And unmoved alignment. (from A Dream of Solstice by Seamus Heaney) Winter Solstice is the turning point I look forward to each year. The day after my daughter’s birthday, it is…
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home is where the heart breaks … but say nothing
Although I left Northern Ireland over three decades ago, it is still home, still the place and time from which it is impossible to emerge unscathed. None of us got away scot-free. With an apprehension I can’t quite explain, I watched Say Nothing, the series based on the best-selling book by New Yorker investigative journalist Patrick Radden Keefe. Predictably, within…
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when all that’s left of us is love
November 15 2013 That morning, I was uneasy, unable to shake a feeling that something was wrong. When multiple phone calls to my home in Phoenix home, I finally called my friend and asked her to drive to my house where she discovered my husband had died. In another time zone, on another continent, on the other end of the…
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Goodbye to my Juan, Goodbye Rosalita …
Following his decisive win two days ago, the President Elect has intensified his campaign pledge to conduct a mass deportation of the estimated 11 million immigrants who are living in the U.S. without authorization. He promised to do something similar the last time he was in the White House, but he was unable to deliver. But with a judicial landscape…