It has been a year since I was last in Ireland and nearly that long since I have written here. I haven't been silent for a lack of things to say or even writer's block. In fact, there are several incomplete drafts waiting and many post-worthy issues in American culture begging for my attention. The … Continue reading Longing for Home
The road that wound through a narrow gap between two mountains clung to a steep heather covered rise on one side and fell away at a dizzying pitch on the other. There were few homes along the miles of isolated barely-pavement and a thin set of wires connected irregularly to tall poles by a now-obsolete … Continue reading Graignagower
Don’t Turn Down the Boatman
I am not a flagrant rule breaker. Nor am I particularly spontaneous. But there is something about being on vacation that brings out the daring, something that paid off in leaps and bounds on our trip to Ireland.
Never Take the Same Road Twice – Travels in the Burren
We don't travel like other people. We learned that the hard way the last time we were in Ireland, traveling with friends who were not amused by our gleeful appreciation of tiny roads with hairpin turns.