My mother is Italian and my dad's Irish. In my family, we're expressive. Nobody holds back.

My dad lives in Sicily, so I'm half Italian and half Irish - it's a fiery combination.

My mother is Irish, my father is black and Venezuelan, and me -- I'm tan, I guess.

Steve informed me his mother was Irish, which I was unaware of. All of a sudden I started looking at the boy a bit differently, and I have kept an eye on him since.

I've always liked it here. Part of me is Irish. . . . My family comes from the west coast, so whenever I come to Ireland I get a wee tingling in my heart that I'm where I belong.

Midlife Irish: Discovering My Family and Myself.