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The seventh of eight children, James G. Cullinane was born in 1941 in the small sea village of Abbeyside on the southeast coast of Ireland. Although opportunities for a better life were scarce, he and his family created a home full of love and laughter. Cullinane recalls this treasured time in his boyhood with his honest and affectionate memoir, "Arses and Elbows,"

With fields, rivers, and nearby mountains as his playground, Cullinane, his brothers and sisters, and his friends explored abandoned castles, watched the "thrashing" machine at work in the grain field, and picked blackberries....

Finally, I've arrived at a place where I'm comfortable with the concept of God, not as something or someone in human form but a force, a source that touches all life--maybe not unlike a gentle breeze that sweeps across the planet touching all in its path--and, if we allow, in good and empowering ways.

I believe also that this is an ongoing process and that this physical life is but a tiny, teeny part of our journey. Our soul is immortal; the physical body will deteriorate and die, but the soul journeys on.

My life has been a slow, slow process of understanding and accepting...

Finally, I've arrived at a place where I'm comfortable with the concept of God, not as something or someone in human form but a force, a source that touches all life--maybe not unlike a gentle breeze that sweeps across the planet touching all in its path--and, if we allow, in good and empowering ways.

I believe also that this is an ongoing process and that this physical life is but a tiny, teeny part of our journey. Our soul is immortal; the physical body will deteriorate and die, but the soul journeys on.

My life has been a slow, slow process of understanding and accepting...

The seventh of eight children, James G. Cullinane was born in 1941 in the small sea village of Abbeyside on the southeast coast of Ireland. Although opportunities for a better life were scarce, he and his family created a home full of love and laughter. Cullinane recalls this treasured time in his boyhood with his honest and affectionate memoir, "Arses and Elbows."

With fields, rivers, and nearby mountains as his playground, Cullinane, his brothers and sisters, and his friends explored abandoned castles, watched the "thrashing" machine at work in the grain field, and picked blackberries. As...