In this third installment of our pilgrimage through Ireland, we head north to the remote village of Knock in central Ireland, past fields where sheep peacefully graze in lush green pastures. The Gaelic word for Knock is Noc which means hill. It was here on August 21, 1879 that a small group of poor Irish … Read moreThe Mystery of Our Lady of Knock
November is a stark time of year here on our small farm in Maine. Trees are stripped bare by blustery winds. Maple leaves, once bright and golden, cover the ground, and now are made brown and slimy by cold rains. Garlic and tulip bulbs lie buried under the hard soil, planted with hope of new … Read moreWhispers from the Grave
Hundreds of miles off the coast of Ireland, I felt our Delta jet rumble and drop rapidly in altitude as we approached Dublin Airport. It was a golden sunrise over the patchwork of pastures bordering the Irish Sea. Thoughts of Irish ancestors flooded my mind. More than a hundred years had passed since the Griffins, … Read more“If You ever Go Across the Sea to Ireland…”
An old woman ambled down a dirt road from her cottage on Christmas Cove along the coast of Maine. Hilda Hamlin was her name and she had a secret. It was a secret kept in her pocket. Now on her way back from the post office, she fumbled in her pocket for little treasures brought … Read moreThe Real Miss Rumphius
In the summer of 2015, I sat at my computer pondering a writing project. Children’s literature has a special place in my heart. Perhaps I could write stories for children that would inspire and entertain. I glanced at a book loaned to me by a neighbor – The Eucharistic Miracles of the World. The book … Read moreMiraculous II
