To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart. ~Phyllis Theroux When I was in primary school one of my friends moved to...

When my mother, Anu, emigrated from India to Ireland at the age of 74, people marvelled at how quickly she settled into her new life. I often thought that if...

Writers are notorious thieves. We steal people, places and ideas all of the time, squirrelling away small pieces of everyday experience for use in later novels. This may explain the...

I was delighted I was asked to do this piece for Writing & Me as I don’t think there is a lot of guidance out there to support up and...

I found a lovely black six month old puppy with a curly tail and a white sock on his right paw in a cardboard box in the car park at...

Matt Smith stares down at the rejection slip that he has received for a play he recently submitted to the National Theatre – the Abbey Theatre in Dublin. He starts...

A Dubliner, a girl in her twenties, envies me for living in that city through the seventies. She, and many of her friends do not snigger at those years described...

This started as a ‘Project’ while waiting for edits of my next Eva instalment (Eagles Hunt Wolves). I had an idea from reading Ian Fleming’s From Russia with Love where...

I was born and raised in what was then Rhodesia and is now Zimbabwe. My father was a school teacher from Scotland and my mother was a nurse from Glemamaddy....

We grew up in a small fishing village in south Galway. The village was divided in two tribes. Down town, comprised of those that had homes over looking the sea...