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The meandering path was littered with conifer branches, layered with a thick carpet of fresh golden straw. It was Good Friday. My mother passed away

When we learn of some horrific tragedy on the News, whether it be thousands of people killed in a Rwandan genocide, or an entire community

Margaret awoke to seven tuneful chimes from the old Grandmother Clock in the hall below. It was Christmas morning. The little girl tumbled out of

Having recently become a first-time home-owner, I am finally coming to terms with the fact that a sizeable percentage of my bank balance is going

Not long ago, I spent a few hours exercising a little retail therapy in a well-known Dublin department store, treating myself to a few nice

When I was a lad attending the Model School in Sligo, there was one particular year where school-going was all of a sudden not the

In September 2004, the Celtic Tenors had been invited to perform at the Altamont Fair Irish Festival in up-state New York, alongside such other guests

I opened the curtains of my bedroom in the Congress Plaza Hotel. Within the last century, this hotel had served as the once-glamorous overnight residence

Good Morning my name’s Latoyah I’ll be your waitress today how can I help you?” “Hello, may I have some toast please?” “My pleasure. White

Almost every song in the world deals with the theme of love. Whether it be the love of a partner, a loved one, one’s country,