Tag Archives: Family

Appian Way

I wasn’t there when you died. I tried, oh I tried to open the window wider that night. I tried to make enough room for your great big soul to bolt to the heavens, to open a gate for your … Continue reading

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Catching My Breath

He stood outside. We’d had a fight, a bad one. I was visiting him in New York. I’d said terrible things. We spent that day walking, trying to find familiar ground. Trying to make it alright Without words. I love … Continue reading

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Frances

Nanny changed when her husband died. A woman who’d never walked when she could run suddenly seemed different, though at twelve I didn’t really understand how. It was as though Pop’s death had surprised her into noticing her life, and looking … Continue reading

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What Became of the People We Used to Be

On Saturday I went to Inis Bearachain in Conamara with my sisters, their husbands, two small people and a friend whose father came from the island. We were going to visit a very particular art exhibition as part of Tulca, … Continue reading

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