Life's Journey



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Irish culture and my family’s history continue to fill me with admiration, affection, and nostalgia, even though my strained relationship with my father complicates my connection to my Irish heritage.

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“So, when was the last time you had sex?” I was 29 years old. I'd just had the worst date of my life. And I was about to tell this guy that I was still a virgin.

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We can always find ways to evolve the family Thanksgiving traditions we hold dear, even as we and our circumstances change.

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After realizing the extent to which I lost myself, I began seeking ways to build a life beyond parenting. But what does that even mean?

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A poem about the currents of pain, how they can spread to others. But I keep fighting and keep trying, even though my heart leaks drops of ink.

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Twenty years ago, I was 19 years old, a sophomore at my local community college. Before 9/11, I never once thought that I might not be safe in my own country.

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At 28 years old, I needed to change my life. During an economic recession, I quit my job, applied to grad school, and moved out of state. I took a leap to rebuild my life.

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After disputes over schedules, social media, and respect, my father disowned me. Confronting the futility of the situation is helping me to let go of my pain.

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After I gave birth, my father severed all communication because of scheduling and privacy issues. He rendered my pain, thoughts, and perspective voiceless.