Eleanor Roosevelt’s Teeth

I may not smile frequently, but when I do there’s an exhibition of gnashers that, were they slightly longer, more protruding and indeed visible, would not be dissimilar to those sported by Eleanor Roosevelt. Fortunately, I too underwent a ubiquitous period of orthodontic treatment in my teens and was spared the abuse of possessing a Read more about Eleanor Roosevelt’s Teeth[…]

“Was Gabo an Irishman?” Book Signing May 1, FILBo 2015

In Bogotá, a Spanish humanitarian worker attends a funeral without a body, as a storm of yellow butterflies swirls outside. In the jungle, an English anthropologist finds a tiny peace community fighting to preserve their way of life. And, somewhere in the Andes, an Australian coffee farmer confronts a guava-throwing witch in his tree. This Read more about “Was Gabo an Irishman?” Book Signing May 1, FILBo 2015[…]

Two Babies, very different, on one red-letter week in April

It truly has been a red-letter week. First I have been celebrating the birth of my son, who came into this world on April 9, and then the publication of my first (non guidebook) book entitled, “Was Gabo an Irishman?” Two very different events but both incredibly emotional and satisfying, you’ll agree. James wasn’t timed Read more about Two Babies, very different, on one red-letter week in April[…]

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