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Fiercely independent and passionate, Brigid feels hindered by her family and the strict society of her small Irish town in the early 1900's.

Brigid and her cousin Molly, who is more like a sister, dream of a new life in the seemingly unlimited land of opportunity they call Yankeeland—America. Brigid gets her chance when she emigrates with her husband Ben and her brother James, while Molly stays in Ireland.

But When Brigid's quest to have a child leads her to seek unconventional help, her mental stability is questioned. She is soon caught up in a patriarchial medical establishment she has little power to fight. The new life in America Brigid dreamed about takes a drastic turn.

Decades later Brigid's grandniece discovers a sack full of letters between the two cousins. She unravels the story and vows to tell the tale of what really happened to Brigid in Yankeeland

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Lacy Fewer

Award Winning Author of Yankeeland

As some light a candle my pilgrimage is to the bookstore. The touch, the feel, the scent of a new book inviting me into its world. In those moments time stands still.  People fascinate me, with no fixed type, my insatiable questions can get the better of me.  My life in the corporate world of Finance has enriched me with a window into people's lives from all walks of life.  

I am a connector, I am a doer, I say what I see. Forever grateful and positive in equal measure. I make myself smile, fun always finds me. My three children are my greatest gift in life, all that I do is for them.  

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Book Reviews

“Fewer’s lyrical prose brings 1900s Ireland and immigrant America vividly to life, but it’s her emotional depth that lingers.
Fewer doesn’t offer neat resolutions but rather quiet reckonings. Letters, lost dreams, and family stories become tools of reclamation and remembrance. By the end, Yankeeland reads like a love letter to the women history forgets but whose stories shape generations.

This debut novel is historical fiction at its finest: textured, moving, and quietly radical. Recommended for readers who love strong female protagonists, nuanced family sagas, and stories that honor the complexity of what it means to start over."

San Francisco city book review 

With rich detail and lyrical prose, Fewer transports the reader to a bygone era with a story that nonetheless echoes of the present. Brigid’s journey of courage and resilience will break your heart, lift your hopes, and beg questions around society’s persistent failings towards women that history would prefer we leave unasked. A layered, compelling read.

Rachel Stone, Author of The Blue Iris

With a deft and delicate touch, floating on prose that rings as clearly as a morning church bell, Annmarie Lacy Fewer traces bloodlines and heartlines that reach back generations, and, as she does so, shines a light on the commonalities that bind us. Her characters embody who we are through their aspirations and dreams, loss and resiliency, and that most precious of qualities, hope. This is a book of layers, part history, part exultation, and a quiet examination of the sorrows of the lost who cannot find help. As such, Yankeeland merits multiple readings. A brilliant first novel, and one that speaks of glories to come.

Greg Fields, The Bright Freight of Memory - 
PEN/Faulkner Award nominee


“Yankeeland tells a fascinating story of dreams, dislocation, and - above all - humanity. Yankeeland is a tale of hopes raised and eroded, lives lived and suspended, stories told, untold and retold. But Yankeeland brings hope. Brigid's life, with all of its complexity and tragedy, also had magic, beauty, and infinite possibility. A different life was possible for Brigid then, just as it is possible for everyone now, provided we focus on our common humanity. In the end, that is all that matters."

Brendan Kelly, Professor of Psychiatry, Trinity College Dublin & author of 'in search of madness'

February 20, 2025

The Fairy Tree A home for worries and wishes, handed over into the lap of the fairies, hang it on to hurry away. Ribbons, prescription packets, baby soothers, brassiere, barmbrack ring. A blade of grass tied to a twig. A haven for peace of mind, for answers—for other worldly intervention. It is the last resort

January 16, 2025

“They were just like us” “My good man has gone for a motor to Dublin today with a friend and I am left alone and I do not like it at all, even though we have a Mission on here at present – Isn’t that great excitement!” Reading Brigid and Molly’s letters hinted they were

October 8, 2024

‘Tis Only an Aul Wink Lacy Fewer · TIS ONLY AN AUL WINK ALF MP3 It is true for Tomsey Burke, he never missed a good funeral, telling all and sundry that life was only an ‘aul wink, that’s what it is.   Everyone agreed with him and sure he loved the attention. Not understanding what he

October 3, 2024

Secrets Lacy Fewer · SECRETS ALF MP3 Reading Brigid’s letters forever changed my thinking on secrets. The muttering, “leave well enough alone,” holding onto their truth, nurturing it. Emotionless faces as I tried to get them to understand, it consumed me. No one wanted to help carry their cross, no one knew what to do with

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Prologue
Boston, September 1993
I could never have known that fate hand-picked me that beautiful mid-week East Coast morning.
Sitting on the floor, two large black sacks by my side. Told I could do as I wished with them,
they had brought nothing but sadness to the finder.
The bags, you see, held their story.
Closing my eyes, inhaling the smells of the past, smiling as it enveloped me.
I had always carried a passion for a story, no doubt the lure was the escapism. A great love of
history, a fascination with my own. With each envelope their lives shed their shadows, their truth
no longer needed to hide.
Prologue

Boston, September 1993

I could never have known that fate hand-picked me that beautiful mid-week East Coast morning.
Sitting on the floor, two large black sacks by my side. Told I could do as I wished with them,
they had brought nothing but sadness to the finder.
The bags, you see, held their story.
Closing my eyes, inhaling the smells of the past, smiling as it enveloped me.
I had always carried a passion for a story, no doubt the lure was the escapism. A great love of history, a fascination with my own. With each envelope their lives shed their shadows, their truth no longer needed to hide.