Killian MearaOn Galway, The Irish and My FatherIt is around nine o’clock on a Monday morning in August. I awaken to the sound of car horns, the ubiquitous squawking of seagulls and the…Apr 2, 2020Apr 2, 2020
Killian MearaOff the Deep End in MontréalIt is a warm Friday morning in early September. The sun is shining radiantly through the ubiquitous, large glass airport windows.Jan 21, 2020Jan 21, 2020
Killian MearaOn Expanding Your PalateFrom kindergarten until my senior year of high school, I consumed the same thing for lunch.Dec 31, 2019Dec 31, 2019