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“..after the gossip and the jokes and the complaints about the English, my Liam would cough, clean his glasses and sit in his chair, that wicker chair beside the hearth, and he’d begin. ‘In a time before time was …’ he’d say, and we were there. Wherever his voice took us we would [...] “Laureen had begun to notice something in her daughter that disturbed her. She seemed to have forgotten how to play. Headmistress Evangeline Drysdale was first to notice. ‘It isn’t easy being a Golden Child’ she’d said to Laureen, ‘When you are as smart as Margaret is, accomplishments are taken for granted that would be praised in other girls. Much is expected of her. She is afraid of being wrong, takes getting less that an ‘A’ on her assignments personally and that makes her less able to take chances. She needs to take it all less seriously. She needs to play.” I followed him out of the garden and into the back yard. “Okay then, it’s the principle of the thing! Zucchini is the plant you grow if you can’t grow anything else. If you have no green thumb at all you plant zucchini. If you kill your houseplants as soon as [...] I deplore the assumption, among many people that being Irish means acting out the most negative stereotype of the ignorant, drunken brutal stage-Irishmen. I wonder now how many of your African Americans, Italians, Chinese, or Mexicans would appreciate all the world celebrating their culture by playing out those negative stereotypes? My unpredictable leprechaun friend [...] The Sight is a metaphor for any number of things; among them are things like “hopes, dreams, and the childlike ecstasy of discovering the world as if for the first time, of finding out who we are and what we were put on this planet to do. Most of us rather stumble into the [...] In spite of being warned not to, Bobby Mahoney has stepped into a faerie circle and been whisked away to Finvarra’s court for his presumption, leaving Margaret, his twelve year old skeptic of a daughter, behind. The storyteller and Guardian of the Invisible World, Moira McCarthy must try to convince the girl of what [...] An excerpt from Chapter 1 of “O’Shaughnessey: The Faerie Circle,” edited. This was the final indignity. Margaret McNeill Mahoney was, after all, firmly planted in the twentieth century. This was 1985 and there were televisions, videotapes, electronic games, radio and tape-players, cars, trains, and buses, yet here she was being bounced along in a [...] In The Faerie Circle, young Margaret Mahoney awakens one morning to find that the Clurichaun Fitzgibbon, whom she dreamed about, has apparently made good his threat and knotted her curly red hair during the night. Since she doesn’t believe in leprechauns, clurichauns and the like, she attributes the knots to a restless night, Ireland’s [...] |
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