It’s that time of year again when we tend to assess where we are in our lives and how we plan to move forward. 2017 saw nearly as many changes as 2016. I woke up on New Years Day 2016
Year: 2017
A Little Flash Fiction Trilogy for Christmas
The Spirit of Christmas Past There’s a vicious want in the child’s eyes. She’s standing there in a fever of longing, and you know, you just know, that if she and her brothers don’t get every damn item on their
Crisps and Chips and Snacks Galore!
Many years ago when on a ski trip in Andorra, myself and a couple of friends came off the slopes feeling a bit peckish. We went to a local cafe and I asked the waiter for, “a big plate of
A Snow-Day Poem for One of Heaven’s Newest Angels
Snow with its wafting and its drifting And how it makes the world so beautiful Blanketing all with its little white lies Muffled serenity beneath cruel softness Lining freshly dug graves Tissue wrapping the chrysalis of newborn angels In loving
Brunch to Lunch Food Tour in Armagh
Armagh continues to surprise and delight me with its vast range of culture and food experiences, and simply put – fun things to do. There’s something really pleasurable about being a tourist in my own hometown. I’m incredibly proud of
No Borders, No Boundaries – John O’Connor Writing School and Literary Festival, Armagh 2017
I sat stock-still in the darkness of the Abbey Lane Theatre, my skin prickling with goosebumps, my heart bursting with sympathy for Bellina Prior (21) the woman otherwise known in Armagh as the Green Lady who had killed little Anne
Happy Halloween from Hangman’s Hill
Mist sifts through the trees, hanging there as if caught on the leafless branches like cold deathly fingers. Hairs rise on the back of my neck. The young trees are now too flimsy to support more than a birds nest,
The Craic’d Pot – Coffee Culture in Armagh
I had noticed the sign for the Craic’d Pot on my visit home back in March. It brought to my mind the coffee shops I’d seen in California – not the plague of Starbucks or Peets you see on every
Hello Again Armagh
View of Lake Huron from Manitoulin Island I remember the first time I moved to Armagh. I’m a genetic Armagh native but I wasn’t born there, or even in Ireland – it doesn’t mean I’m not Irish… Like my mother
Goodbye Paris
Point Zero the centre of Paris We had a beautiful weather for our last-weekend in Paris – it was like the city was saying, “Don’t go!” I wanted to photograph everything, remember every tiny detail and store it away for