I was a divorced, middle-aged witch banished to Ireland. My life could be summed up in a limerick...There once was a misguided witchWho tried a man's fate to switchHer punishment setTo Ireland she must getBut better than feathers and pitch!With a name like Quinn Calahan I sounded as Irish as a leprechaun dancing a jig on a four leafed clover, but the truth was, I'd never been closer to the emerald isle than drinking green beer at the St Patrick's day street party in Boston until I messed up so b...