2023 Grateful 21: Old and dead
Occasionally, I plan. Like last weekend. I wanted to sleep in. Just one morning when I didn’t have to get up and do stuff. The
Occasionally, I plan. Like last weekend. I wanted to sleep in. Just one morning when I didn’t have to get up and do stuff. The
Some time ago, we had the good fortune to be introduced to the folks over at Fehérvári Borbirtok in Somlószőlős. Since then, when we’re in
We buried Boss a month ago today, June 19, three days after he took his last breath – or as my brother might say, sank
I’ve been getting too many comments and messages from people I’ve never met nor do I care to meet. They range from the sublime to
When the invitation came in, I didn’t read it very carefully. It was in Hungarian and I was in a hurry. I completely missed that
Finally. The search is over. After years of hopeful questions – well, the same hopeful question – someone has delivered. Ön hagymakarikák házi készítésű? Are
‘Why did you never make a play for my son’, she asked me, all four foot ten of her seventy-seven years looking up at my
A field of poppies, I said. Red and purple. I’ll take you to see them. I said it in Hungarian though. Piros és lila mák.
There’s a certain something about the older generation of Dublin pubs that has a magic all of its own. The nooks. The crannies. The sheen
People mistakenly assume that their thinking is done by their head; it is actually done by the heart which first dictates the conclusion, then commands