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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

We love traveling to Ireland.  Our first family trip to Ireland was in 1986.  We had our 4 children between ages 8 and 3 for two weeks in the local area where my grandparents had emigrated from. 4400 miles from home.  It was magical.

Having the experience of learning first hand about our cultural heritage is amazing.  We have been truly blessed.  Meeting my cousins and becoming friends is another great blessing.

The relations in Carndonagh, Co. Donegal have always been so kind, especially to Nick.  No one asked us questions, they just looked at him with acceptance and gentleness.  Everyone called him ‘a wee angel.’  It was such a relief to not have to explain why he was different or make excuses.

He was still not continent at night that first trip, so we had big diapers to help with that problem.  One night they didn’t work.  Nick had leaked all over the bed that he was sharing with his sister.  In the morning, Karen was crying and it was a horrible mess.  The owner of the B&B was so sweet.  I was very embarrassed but she said “it was no bother to clean everything up”.  It had to have been a bother because although she had an electric clothes washer, she had to dry the washing on the line outside in the damp, very cold July weather.  I thought that she was the angel.

One of Nick’s favorite things to do is sing Irish songs.  He knows hundreds.  It a our family tradition to celebrate this holiday.  Even though March 17th falls in the middle of the busiest time of tax season, it is a wonderful excuse to stop working and celebrate with family and friends.  I have heard that on this day, everyone either says that they are Irish or wishes they were.

So today, enjoy the ‘Craic’ (in case you didn’t know that is Irish for ‘enjoyment and fun.’)  Be kind and treat everyone with acceptance and gentleness.

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Announcing that I have finished a book with the working title of “The Fairy Fort.” I am currently pitching it to publishers. Keep checking back to watch the progress of my newest novel.

Here is a quick glimpse of the story.

Sarah Doherty is an 18-year-old living in rural Ireland at the tail end of the Great War. Plagued by severe epilepsy, she is protected by her parents and lives a sheltered, secluded, lonely life. The Fae, local Irish fairies, interfere with her life. She falls forward a century in time through the local fairy fort of standing stones. She had a seizure in 1918 and woke up in 2020. The 21st century world includes life-saving prescriptions, physical comforts and the independence and freedom she seeks. The locals are welcoming and Andy Mclaughlin, a handsome young historian, is intriguing. She doesn’t want to return home.

Then a letter arrives from Boston divulging the story of Sarah and Andy’s lives that are deeply entwined in the previous century. They are not yet in love but as they seek to verify the letter through online resources, they feel a growing obligation to their unborn family and to each other. What would happen to their posterity living in Boston if they don’t return to 1918? Even if they do make it back, her parents can never know what happened to her or that would change everything.

This Young Adult time-travel romance explores the question: Do we have the freedom to make choices or is free will an elaborate illusion?

This is my third book. I love reading time travel romances. I am an advocate for epilepsy awareness because my 43-year-old son has intractable epilepsy. As a genealogist specializing in Irish research, I live part of the year in the village where the story is based. I wrote the book to help young adults understand that difficult situations can change your life. Sometimes miraculously.