It’s long overdue I get back on here and talk to all of you about what is vibrating in my heart. My brother, Mark, passed away nearly three months ago after years of dealing with leukemia and other maladies that challenged his once athletic body. Mark was an older brother you looked up to when,…

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Sometimes you need to go away to understand the meaning of home. I am writing from Dingle one of the most beautiful parts of a country that, in many ways, feels like home. My great, great grandmother, Harriet Cleary, came from this land poets, peet, and pints of Guinness. The family story goes that she…

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