The Letter

Recently, a cousin in Ireland sent me a letter I’d written to my grandparents when I was fifteen. She’d found it in an old box of my grandmother’s. To see the letter surface now, almost five decades later, surprised and touched me deeply. Some of my happiest childhood memories are made of moments visiting my … Read more

all the stories breathe inside us

  Five decades ago, Enniscrone, Ireland. I’m in my mother’s arms, my grandmother, next to her, my sister in the arms of my grandfather, my beautiful aunt, next to him, my father behind the camera. The thousands of stories in these arms, these faces, these bodies. intimacies losses betrayals silences horrors triumphs enchantments seeping into … Read more