Family Resemblance

by Molly McGlynn

It’s May in Dublin and suspiciously and unrelentingly sunny. I’m here visiting extended family and looking at potential wedding venues with my fiance, the latter activity to be filed under “the promises,” or things that make me feel like I'm playing dress up in my own life. Chicken or beef and cost-per-person aside, I am still an alcoholic.  I walk into…