When I was three my parents drove from Kerry to Dublin. I spent the journey sticking my head between the driver and passenger seats and bombarding them with questions. No matter how they tried to answer me, my response was always the same: ‘But why?’ Several decades later I’m still asking questions, though these days I’m less reliant on my parents to provide answers (much to their relief). In fact, writing The Darkness Echoing is my attempt to answer my …
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On the face of it, I get up, I put on my runners and I go out the door and run. On the face of it so often a person …
The process of writing Tell Me The Truth About Loss has been one of the most powerful experiences I’ve ever known. In equal measures, one of the toughest and also …
A couple of weekends ago, I was lying in bed, having been abruptly woken by the chatter of magpies. At this time of the year, this is a regular occurrence. …
OK, Let’s Do Your Stupid Idea is what I say to myself silently whenever a loved one, bandmate or colleague has an idea I am unsure of. Then I smile …
‘What’s happening now Ann?’ My mother is in my ear. ‘Is he out yet? It’s 10 o’clock.’ We watch the empty altar on my tablet. There’s no sign of Father …
The Pull of the Stars began over sixteen years ago when I was in premature labour with our first child who, as a playful five-year-old, would be my model for …
June 16th. Another cloudless summer day. The RTE Six O’Clock News finishes with a montage of boater hats, round spectacles, moustaches and parasols. Colourful crowds gather each side of the …
Agus muid go léir sa bhaile anois de bharr an ordú dianghlasála, ceapaim gur deis iontach é píosa Gaeilge a chleachtadh leis na páistí sa theach, nó duit fhéin, chun …
Following on from Part One of this series, which looked at the fiction titles that have succeeded in converting some of the book-fearing men I know to the joys of …
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