I remember climbing the pillar as a young girl, my friend Pauline and I would take ourselves off to town when she needed new clothes, I just tagged along. Her...

Neighbour Sacramental ewers, blessed salts cleansed and sanctified, visible forms of invisible grace. Relics in satin boxes, flowers, incense. Mary surrounded by guardian angels. Imagination run wild. Mystical monuments in...

Reservoirs of psychic energy released, our soul’s spiritual longings burst open a riotous carnival of colour, chaos and song. Brightly lit Mondrian floor blue, yellow, green, orange, red, turns your...

It was bad enough on that one particular morning ten years ago when I realised I was fifty. Of course I could understand that it was just a number. And...

Martin Casey could not spell the word ‘remember’ no matter how hard he tried. ‘Rem-em-em-em, he’d stutter. ‘No, no no,’ roared O’Leary, ‘spell it again.’ ‘Re… m… m… em…’ ‘Oh...

What is it? What is this damn fetish we have in Ireland for floury potatoes? What is it that compels our people to drive all the moisture from the humble...

I was born to a poor family. My mom, a completely passive, caring, introverted hermit, and my dad an abusive and aggressive alcoholic. I grew up by the “old school”...

Characters and their biographies Tom Mac Carthy (Tom) – worked on the buildings in England and inherited the pub from his late uncle Seamus. Mrs Mac (Perpetua) – only daughter...

‘Now lads, this evening might come wet’ was the usual announcement my father would make as he stood up from HIS chair. The chair was located closest to the back...

As my old long departed friend Ernie used to say “old age is not for the fainthearted” and who was I to argue with Ernie’s take on the subject: as...