I wanted to touch down in Irish grey, in lashing rain and churchly dampness…
Never meet your heroes. Well, that’s the conventional wisdom. I have a couple of heroes who became heroes to me after I met them, but supposedly, your favourite musicians and authors can never crack up to your imagination of them. Meeting my favourite graffiti artists is something I sometimes…
“Joan, I’m not sure how much longer we can wait,” Sam said, taking off his hat, setting down his accordion, and closing the door…
You know that feeling? The one when something was about to happen, but you were considered too little to understand?
I wonder how he knew there’d be a riot?
My dad moved urgently. He was concerned, agitated … anticipating … and I think perhaps curious about…
Two recollections — firstly about an experience I had when living in England, and secondly some impressions of the European Union as a child …
When I was growing up in County Armagh, England seemed like the promised land.
‘And your earth moves beneath your own dream landscape’ - ‘A sort of homecoming’ by U2
Another time for a get away this time for my friends Birthday. After her friend from Germany decided she couldn’t make it, it was decided that she would go away anyway and invited me along to share it with her so off to Belfast we went.
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