Two plus years ago on our first morning in Donegal, we wandered along the beautiful Bunbeg village pier. A middle-aged woman emerged from her stunning wooden yacht. As my elder son complains, I talk to strangers as if they are friends. I had to ask about her boat. She tantalized me with a tale of her life as a successful author in Maine, who grew tired of writing, fell in love with a man from this gorgeous part of the Gaeltacht, moved into a croft with him and their young son while they built their boat, and return for respites when the sea is too rough or the vessel needs – as it did then – repairs.
I tried to Google my way to the woman’s identity at the time. While happy to chat and trade tales of trans-Atlantic romance and working motherhood, she never unveiled her authorial persona. If any of you who happen upon this post happen to know of a writer from Maine who found love and crossed the sea to Eire, please let me know. Whenever I happen upon the photos of that morning my interest regains it pique.