Conquered by the Divide: What it means to feel Irish in America

There are a few moments in my life when I feel Irish: When I’m at wakes or funerals; when I shake someone’s hand; when I tell a story; when I wink at a loved one; when I rise with the sun. I feel Irish when my hands get dirty or when I nap outside or when I dance. I feel Irish when I tell someone the truth, especially if that truth is tragic.