Columns

Several volumes from the early twentieth century, written by such eminent local writers as Woodmartin and Kilgannon, deal with the in-depth history of Sligo, and

With the recent closure of the Saehan plant at Hazelwood, and the loss of ninety-one jobs, I am certain I speak for everyone when I

In these days of heightened security, it seems incongruous that the chosen emblem for the national airline of Oman is a ‘khanjar’ – a dagger

Sitting at the kitchen table in Cartron, as I carefully completed my Geography homework, Mum stood by the cooker stirring a large saucepan of marmelade.

Many real-life fairy tales do not have a happy ending. For me, one of the saddest is the story of a lady, who despite changing

I stood on the walls of the Scottish-style castle, looking down on a peaty-brown loch. Around me stretched immaculately-kept themed gardens, all contrasting with the

Sitting in shallow water on the short strand at Streedagh on a warm summer day, as the gentle salt-water waves rolled over my legs, I

I have never been able to forgive myself for not having the courage to tell a singing friend in London that she was simply not

For ten years I have been writing twice a week to Eric Nance on Death Row. My postcards, he said, have been a window to

Just as in the 20th Century, smoking became an epidemic and a killer, it is looking increasingly likely that the big epidemic and killer of