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I tucked my Levis into my socks, donned my unflattering, though undeniably functional Sligo Weekender navy hat, and followed an endless flock of Streisand fans

In 2001, Joseph Harry’s parents died from AIDS. Joseph was not even 2 years old. Thankfully uninfected by the killer virus, Joseph was put into

I think if I was asked what my favourite hobby is, I would have to say – ‘people-watching’. Perhaps it all stems from the amount

I clambered across the exposed elevated sandstone surface on grazed hands and knees. Attempting to stand, my deck-shoed feet skated sideways ; my heart skipped

Anna Nicole Smith came from nothing. But the small-town Texan girl was determined to make something of herself, and for most of her life never

There’s a tiny corner of Ireland in every major city across the globe. Irish pubs are everywhere. St.Patrick’s Day is the one national holiday celebrated

More than 15 million children under the age of 18 have lost either one or both parents to AIDS worldwide. One third of Nairobi’s population

A thick blanket of crisp, white, spotless snow engulfed the landscape for as far as the eye could see. The air was arctic and pure.

Why is it the living seem to have such a macabre fixation with the dead? I have always exercised a curious but respectful fascination with

Last month I made my Dublin debute. The Celtic Tenors were invited to perform at the huge open-air Irish Festival in Dublin, Ohio, alongside several