Holy Mary
I made my First Communion in Waterford back in 1972. I have only vague recollections of the day, and those that I have, have been
I made my First Communion in Waterford back in 1972. I have only vague recollections of the day, and those that I have, have been
4pm yesterday I was glued to the front window waiting for the storm to hit. Those in the know seemed quite certain that it would.
I was baptised into the Catholic Church. And for the large part of my adult life (when I got to choose whether or not to
I tell myself that I only need a bed. A clean bed. And hot water. And a decent breakfast. I tell myself that I don’t
I like my gin. I’m fond of the odd tipple. I’ve even been known to have a lengthy meal, each course accompanied by a different
I was a great fan of Bulmers back in the day. I loved the stuff. But over the years as my stomach ages and my
Brag about Irish scenery, whiskey, or music. Wrap up Ireland in culture, prose, or poetry. Colour it in 40 shades of green or 50 shades
The new Irish. I heard that phrase this morning and it threw me. For years, centuries, Ireland has been exporting her people to far flung
Dithering at a bus stop outside Dublin Airport recently, debating the merits of taking a 16 or 41, a bus driver hollered at us from
Retreats used to be a focal point of religious life in Ireland. They may well be enjoying a rejuvenation of sorts as busy professionals look