From my newsletter:
Last month my daughter and I accompanied our parish priest and several parishioners on a pilgrimage to Ireland. We traveled with Mark Forrest, the Irish tenor, a grand gentleman. We saw the West and the South of Ireland, stopping at holy places along the way. I have written a great deal about my Irish ancestors, the Kerry-O'Connors, including a novel about them entitled The Paradise Tree. However, I had never set foot in Ireland. I was immediately struck with the feeling of having come home. It was a strange feeling, since I had never been there and everything was new, new but familiar at the same time. Thousands of years of Irish ancestral memory must be deep in my DNA. (Read more.)
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