This holiday is not just about pub-crawls, shamrock shakes, green beer and wearing green. It is about celebrating the loving and passionate people of Ireland and the powerful principles they live by each day.
It's all those tiny details that contribute to bar feeling as though it has been lived in.
You may be surprised to hear me say this, but LUCK is all you need this St. Patrick's Day to keep your credit healthy. L.U.C.K. as I define it. As you know, maintaining healthy credit is not an accident, it's intentional and it takes work.
I've long been a shameless supporter of this beverage and make a point of getting one every year.
Slice the pork thickly, recite some boisterous Irish poetry, and dig in.
It may seem trivial, but having access to cultural celebrations is a big deal. Not just for LGBTs, but for everyone who's ever been part of an unpopular group.
Before, I was spending lots of time throwing back pints. Now, I am spending time with pint-sized children.
My kid came home from school and asked me if "The Leprechaun" was going to come to our house and bring him chocolate coins. Really? That's a thing now?
Wild greens are just that, wild. We tend to dismiss them as weeds. The thing about weeds is they're tenacious, an admirable trait, and seeing them as nourishment rather than as a nuisance ups their appeal considerably.
Chances are that even if you loathe it, you're going out for St. Patrick's Day.
They say two LGBTQ groups in Boston were invited to march in the St. Patrick's Day Parade this year. Progress is measured in years. We can't always see it. It moves too slow at times. But this year, I can certainly attest -- with the changes on parade, the long road to equality has dutifully risen to meet me.
Since cabbage and pregnancy are most likely an unpleasant combination for both myself and my husband, I decided to make cupcakes instead. Kiwi and coconut are quite complementary flavors, and I assure you, your friends, families and co-workers will be absolutely delighted by these cupcakes.
In countries all over the world, the man who chased the snakes out of the Emerald Isle is remembered through organized walking and quite a bit of drinking. But did you know these celebrations can also involve airborne vegetables, confusing traffic lights and military exercises?
From the first time I stood on the land where my new home will be, I experienced a feeling of peace and fulfillment that I haven't felt since prior to my husband's illness 10 years ago and the instability that followed.
The Irish Pub is a sacred institution, found the world round.
But who was Patrick? How would he feel about his name now framing a day where no one wants to be the designated driver and we all pretend to be Irish? Last spring I went on a quest to find out and traveled to the Emerald Isle to walk in the saint's footsteps.