My urban upbringing was as far removed from the land as it’s possible to be. I once told a girl my age that milk came from cows, only to be ordered by her mother to say it came out of a milk bottle and not from a cow at all, otherwise there’d be war over the breakfast table. We were ten years old at the time and knew next to nothing of how our food was produced. Farmers, now as …
Author: Mary Burnham
→Mary says she is in the enviable position of combining work with pleasure as books are what have always sustained her in good times and bad!
I’ve always appreciated the fact that while I can read a book in a couple of days, it might have taken the author years of hard work and dedication to …
Few of us could have imagined the kind of world in which we find ourselves, with all the old certainties blown over like the seeds of a dancing dandelion. Life …
Of course there are plenty of books I have never read, but the ones staring down from my bookshelves really bug me. At some stage I paid good money for …
It’s hard to imagine how you’d cope if overnight you lost your home and all of your possessions other than what you can carry or store in someone’s garage. It …
Meeting an author can be fraught with difficulties: If I don’t get on with them, will I want to read their book? What if I love the author, but hate …
Many years ago, my mother met Maeve Binchy at an event and they got on like a house on fire: two Dalkey women with a lot in common. From then …
It’s a wonderful gift to be able to put the past behind us and get on with our daily concerns. One minute we fear for our lives, the next we’re …
My little brother and his pals would play Cowboys and Indians for hours at a time. They’d point an imaginary gun at the unfortunate lad who drew the short straw …
My childhood home was littered with books on every available surface. They were stacked in wobbly piles on the floor, and two deep on the few makeshift shelves that threatened …
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