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An American Story
I came to America in 1975 and sensed immediately upon arrival that I had somehow stepped into the past. The skyscrapers in New York did indeed tower magnificently toward the sky, and broad sidewalks moved quickly under my feet while I jostled through the rushing crowds. Huge cars and yellow taxis careened, blaring their horns…
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Sister Rosaleen
1941-2021 A biker ‘chick’ at 16, my cousin Ann O’Halloran went on to be a ‘warrior’ nun, fighting for the poor around the world – and even going on hunger strike in sympathy with Bobby Sands. MY first memory of Ann is seeing her clad in black leather, riding on the back of her boyfriend’s…
