You know the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow story. A leprechaun named Fred, living in Iowa, taught my wife and me it’s true. Sort of. We were visiting our old haunts in Iowa City last March.… Continue Reading
Let me tell you a story, Brigit, one I’ve never shared before. The TSA line is long but you have hours before your flight to Ireland. Closed doors are forbidden doors. The door to Gran’s room was always firmly shut… Continue Reading
“Your wish is my command!” Jim stood in a snow-covered clearing where he’d stumbled upon a well. “… Were you hiding behind there?” he asked. “I said — your wish is my COMMAND!” “Green tweed? Aren’t you cold in that?”… Continue Reading
They baited the trap with a crust of bread because it was the only food left in the house. Patrick huddled behind Leon, soaking up some of his brother’s body heat. Between the anticipation and cold he needed to pee so… Continue Reading
It is a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Would you like to know how I came by it? It’s a strange tale. I was down at the Causeway on the North Antrim coast. Did you know that it’s a steep walk… Continue Reading