St. Patrick’s Day

Good people go to Heaven, but the Celts went everywhere. There isn’t a corner of the globe where you can’t find us if you look hard enough. Nations as far flung as Canada and Australia are largely Celtic in origin, and the majority of those Celts came from Ireland.

One nation has wandered the earth like no other, and for one day we all return home with the help of a hyphen. Many of us become Irish-Americans or Irish-Canadians on Saint Patrick’s day when any other day American or Canadian would be enough. We drink up well in pubs, cheer on the bagpipers, and think back to what our ancestors must have gone through to get us where we are.

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Tea

This time of year, there’s nothing I enjoy more than a cup of tea. When the air becomes thick and the moisture hangs low in wisps of fog, the steam from my mug warms my nose and soon enough my gut. I am refreshed.

It is the break in the moment that makes it special. The water has to be heated and the tea steeped for 5 minutes, and then it is time to relax. I have to make time for tea, I have to stop being in motion for a short while to enjoy it.

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Ghosts

My daughter recently told me that for Halloween, her school allows the kids to dress up as anything they want. Anything except witches, that is. Apparently, some Christians found that to be offensive.

There was no word on dressing up like Jesus or the Holy Family, but my kids didn’t find that particularly interesting. Or funny. But I couldn’t stop thinking why witches are so offensive so some people.

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