Straight off the boat Irish with skin pale enough to blind a sheep in midday sun.
I’ve always struggled with my skin but I’ve never lacked a sense of belonging in this world.
I’ll never forget the first time I visited the Motherland and our Irish cousins cried tears of joy, squeezing my tiny body saying, “Welcome Home.”
Having strong living family connections in both Ireland and Italy has always grounded me. We aren’t far enough off the boat in generations to have any abstraction about the culture, stories or family that runs through our blood. I literally see myself in their faces, feel my spirit in the landscapes and know myself through the art forms. As a kid I’d complain about my freckles but now they’re my favorite feature in childhood photos. When I see them sprout on my kid’s nose it brings delight to my heart.
Today, I always think about my Irish grandmother Clare, who gave birth to my father on St. Patrick’s Day (✨happy bday, Dad✨). She was the second youngest of ELEVEN children. I also think of my son Ronan Patrick whose name is connected to an Irish myth that I have always carried with me, in my mind, in my heart and in my blood. Today reminds me of that salve that is unbroken ancestry in a time when everything in the world feels broken.
Playing the folk music, being creative with words, kissing my son’s nose. Celebrating in the simplest of ways -very Irish indeed.
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