A poem Inspired by a visit to the Bridge of Tears (or Bridge of Sorrows) In Donegal. This was the farewell point for the emigrants who journeyed over the hills to Derry, to board ships bound to the Americas during the famine years. Family members would accompany the emigrants this far, to this bridge, to say their goodbyes, knowing they would likely never see each other again. The journey was far and often deadly, on the ships that came to be called coffin ships. The Bridge o

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This meal is as basic as they come, but it is flavored by decades of family history and love. Growing up, ours was a meat and potatoes...

When author Shelby Van Pelt's novel "Remarkably Bright Creatures" appeared a year or so ago, I thought, huh, another book about an...

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This was the final Editor's Note written for the very last issue of the Outpost Exchange magazine, in October, 2010 Funny how time is so...