Why I Write Memoir As I tread softly along the hiking path through a rainforest in Oregon, the drizzling moisture coats my raincoat, dampens my hair and drips off the end of my nose. It is profoundly quiet in this forest, and my feet make no sound as each foot…

Who would have thought when I set out on a car tour of Ireland, I would find myself having  dinner in a small French bistro tucked away in a wind-swept Irish village by the sea? When I first told this story, I was once asked if it was true or…