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On the front of a house in the village of Kemence in the Börzsöny hills in Northern Hungary hangs a sign that says Legyetek önmagatok

I was on a career break for the big Bank Strike in Ireland in the early 1990s. When I returned to work, the picket line

We may well live in a global village, but those villages are often worlds apart. On 1 February this year, when Ireland and her diaspora

Sent down the village to pick up some blessed palm from the church, I spotted a Celtic Cross through the convent gates. Curious, I stepped

I’ve never been big on regrets. I prefer to avoid them. When faced with a decision of any magnitude, the question I ask myself most

Around Paddy’s Day, the papers here were full of what Irish people abroad miss about Ireland. The list was long. It ran the gamut from

Something’s gone wrong with my tear ducts. I find myself welling up at the most ridiculous things. It’s fascinating what sets me off.

Two words that have been coupling in my mind a lot lately are fear and anxiety. Some might say they’re interrelated, a natural pairing perhaps.

Cursed these past few weeks with what my neurologist describes as tension headaches, I went for an MRI. They told me I’d have the results

Worry is one of those things that seems to be hardwired into some people – either you’re a worrier, or you’re not. I know people

Unpacking my BOTTOM DRAWER