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Dance 'til You Go Mad: A Journey of Irish Step Dancing
May the leprechauns dance over your bed and bring you sweet dreams. - Irish lessing
To this day, across much of the Western Isle, the lore of fairies remains so strong, farmers will divert crops, homebuilders will adjust property lines, hikers will swing wide of their treks and the burliest and beardiest of men dare not trifle with the environmental curiosity known as, the fairy ring, a.k.a. fairy fort. In Irish, they are called lios or raths and at...
Read MoreA JennyPop Sonnet for Ireland and Irish-American Heritage Month
Quilts of country, ombres green
Queen Ériu, her legend to bear
Goddess of Ireland, a kingdom and people you wean
Dublin, dark waters; Dingle, deep harbours
Galway, fair strangers; Boyle Moone men
Kiillarney, for Christmas; Sligo, for Summer
Castletownshend, Mary Anns Pub; Dalkey, where our Bono, then?
A land of heart, a folk bleeding pride
Where a mankind began, where the wildest writers thrive
Whether your life be mad for craic, or deep in a despair you cannot abide
Dance feis, fairies and magick will contrive
Be your feathers ruffled, or hod you the grandest joy in-hand
Every soul can turn all the more merry, with the simplest of times in Fair Ireland
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Read MoreBTW, I'm a Red Sox Fan Now: Part I "Oh, please. You don't even know what that means."
A Hard-hitting Intro to the Game
Square in the right eye. That's where the pitch hit me. (I'm a lefty-batter; so, the right profile got the brunt.) Third-grade, maybe fourth-, I don't recall. What I do recall is crying a lot, then my softball coach telling me to lie down on the bench and hold a glass of iced tea on my throbbing eye.
The only thing worse than the pain, was the humiliation: lying there like a weirdo with a glass of Nestea on my face. Sh...
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