“One for you, one for me,” the man with a brogue whispered to someone in the tombs. Lit by starlight, my grandmother could see the faint silhouette of a man who was leaning against a headstone, slicing an apple with a paring knife, but there was no one else in the small family graveyard, only him. She hastened her pace, continuing toward home, but for years, she would wonder who that man was… and if just, maybe, he was a ghost of an ancestor. During my trips to my family home in Ballinakill, Ireland, my grandmother would occasionally tell me stories of the past.
I grew up learning how important story telling is in preserving one’s roots by simply listening to bedtime stories and the shared daily dealings of my family at dinner each night. These stories shape the people we are and who we become, and it is my wish to find the perfect economy of words to share my tales with the world.
I’m a graduate from SUNY New Paltz with a BA in English with minors in women’s studies and Art Studio. Additionally, I also hold a MA in English literature and creative writing, and also, a MFA (terminal) in fiction. When I’m not storytelling, I like to fly kites on the beach and singing along to songs and mumbling the words I don’t know.
Please e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org with any inquiries.
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