The first time you hold your baby in your arms I mean a sense of strength and love washes over you. It washed over me and I never thought that possible.
Being Irish is very much a part of who I am. I take it everywhere with me.
I have prayed to God that he give me the strength to survive each day and to...
There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.
