Pocket and Pocket Star author Kate Meader isn’t just a whip-smart writer with a flair for penning sizzling, touching romance–she’s also a native Irishwoman! We’ve invited Kate on to XOXO today to get us in the St. Patty’s Day feel. Happy celebrating, and check out the below for links to all of Kate’s books in her Hot in Chicago series!
Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhaoibh! Which is Irish for “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” Whether you’re Irish to the last chromosome or claim your green because there’s a stray MacNeill in your family tree – in which case you’re probably Scottish – no matter. Everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day. Feel free to don that Kelly green blouse you never wear, raise a pint of the black stuff you wouldn’t be caught dead drinking any other day, and sing a melancholy tune with a bunch of strangers in a bar.
People often ask how I spend my St. Patrick’s Day (cooking corned beef and cabbage – doesn’t everyone?) or more important, how we celebrate it in the Old Country. Because it must be more Irish in Ireland, right? Well, no. When I was a wee girl, parades were not really a thing, not in the way they were in the U.S. I lived in Dublin, where you’d think it would be a cosmopolitan affair, but in Eighties Ireland, the St. Patrick’s Day parade invariably involved a couple of tractors, a trail of priests, and maybe the odd shout out to a local business. We used to marvel at TV footage from New York, Boston, and Chicago where Americans celebrated the day with marching bands and sparkly floats and a shamrock-ton of revelry that the original St. Patrick would probably not have approved of. (He was British, after all, before he was captured by Irish pirates. Arrgh!) Only when American tourists coming to Ireland in March started to ask the serious questions such as, “Why just the two tractors?” and “Shouldn’t the Irish people, famed for knowing how to have a good time, be doing a better job on St. Patrick’s Day?” did we get our act together. And so the modern incarnation of St. Patrick’s Day in Ireland was born.
So, to all of you, Irish or just wishing you were so lucky, enjoy this St. Patrick’s Day (which, incidentally, should never be called St. Patty’s Day. Who started that nonsense and why must you persist?). I’ll be raising a glass in your honor and wishing you all Sláinte!
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