
Grand-Uncle Paddy Clarke: A New York Irish Story
“Uncle Paddy, can you walk with me into the big bar area – even though
Stories submitted by readers to the Mining Memories and Writing & Me sections of the site.

“Uncle Paddy, can you walk with me into the big bar area – even though

None of my family can ever remember a time when I wasn’t writing. I loved

This fabulous poem is by writing.ie visitor Joe Massingham. Mining Memories was Commended in the Ethel Webb Bundell Literary Awards
It’s the late ’70s and 7:30 in the morning in the parking lot of Holy

84 year-old George Ferguson recalls abandoning a publisher to save his heroine and embracing People

The cat ate the goldfish, head first; even the bones and feathers didn’t bother her…
Everyone has a story to tell! As well as giving you tips from Irish authors
My husband doesn’t understand me.· He’s English.· And therein lies the problem.· I am Irish.·