
Mill River (Part 2) by Brian Gilhooly
Read Part 1 of this story here. Ma was the cornerstone of my very existence.
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Read Part 1 of this story here. Ma was the cornerstone of my very existence.

Many’s the time as a youngster, I’d muse as Mam would recite her mother’s order

Singing in Voices of Gorey Community Choir On April 1st of this year, I ventured

Out in the cold . . . I was coming out of M&S on Upper

I love milk bottles. Nowadays I have to make do with the small squat ones

Author Michael Clemenger tells us: Due to the circumstance that I was born out of

Towards the late 60s, there was a slight change in the Department of Justice’s approach

Brian Gilhooly with a tale for the ages: featuring his Ma, The Fugitive and a

If there is a ‘story we have to tell’ when a book is conceived, for

The dresser was like a treasure chest standing regally against the kitchen gable wall; the

Penny allowed herself to be gathered up carefully as the vet gently inserted the catheter

Saint Patrick was actually not an Irishman originally, although over time in his heart he

Part 2 of author Michael Clemenger’s article the role of the women of Cumann na

Author Michael Clemenger on the deliberate downplaying of the role of the women of Cumann

Saint Valentine and Love LOVE As I type this it is Friday the 13th and

The Beautiful Saint My maternal grandfather Jack Byrne – born 1887 and sadly passed away

With it being St. Brigid’s Day, I thought that it was a good time to

Over the past few weeks, I have heard President Connolly wax lyrically about the Irish

Kate Butler with some memories of a time now long gone . . . Time

The Arrival of Nicky Rackard: this story follows on from Brian Gilhooly’s piece about his