RIP John Prine

His dad was a toolmaker, His mam was a homemaker. He was a soldier in the Vietnam War. He worked as a mailman when he came home. It was Chicago. It was the early 1960s. His name was John Prine. Read more

Unorthodox

It’s difficult these days to know who is right. Whose truth is THE truth? Is there even one truth any more? Was there ever? Read more

2020 Grateful 39: Watching

A friend of mine commented in conversation (WhatsApp) last week that they were having a difficult time scheduling their social activity. With so much by way of online concerts, plays, and movies to choose from, it was hard, they said, to find time for everything. Read more

2020 Grateful 40: One chicken and a bucket of yellow paint

When yet another friend posted/wrote something about having to cook now that they’re in isolation, I realised that many people don’t cook at all or cook very little. But now that eating out is but a vague memory in the distant past and takeouts have lost some of their appeal, this is the perfect time to start. Read more

You can’t make old friends

I had a flashback this morning to being in my granny’s house in Co. Kilkenny. My Aunt Nano was still alive. She had this great record player that closed up nicely into a box, like a suitcase. And she had several records, mainly country music. Mainly Kenny Rogers. I was fascinated with Lucille and the man she left with 400 children and a crop in the field. Read more

Reminiscent of another world

What I know about living under Communism I’ve learned from books. I never lived it. But I can’t help wondering how those who lived that life and had relegated it to the past are feeling today. Read more

2020 Grateful 41: Could we wake up to a better world?

I’m on the train back to the village, having spent 24 hours in the city. I was very careful about who I met, where I stood, what I touched. Extra vigilant.  Extra, extra vigilant. Read more

To go or not to go, that is the question

I’m due in Budapest tomorrow. I had planned to be there because we were expecting visitors from the USA who are no longer travelling. And because they were going to be there and I had a workshop on Wednesday (now cancelled), and the Gala dinner on Saturday (now cancelled), I was going to be there for the week, too.

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Too much or not enough?

I’m on the train, heading for the village, one of many exiting Budapest this evening. The train station was busier than usual for Thursday afternoon. It seems as if lots of people are heading home to the folks rather than riding out the state of emergency in rented flats in the city. Read more

2020 Grateful 42: Memories of Rabbitt Carter

Walking down the village to mass yesterday, I noticed three women in front of me all in black. The men outside the church were in their usual spot – all in black, too. Himself was in dark colours but I was in a bright red sleeveless jacket over a pale blue jumper with a multicolour blue scarf. I felt a little bright. Read more