Sunday Miscellany: Bright Vision, by Iarla Ó Lionáird
In the winter of 1964, the year of my own birth, in a house in Muirneach Bheag, Cuil Aodha, a raggle...
Sunday Miscellany
Sunday Miscellany: Harry Nilsson's Irish Love by Deirdre McQuillan
In many years of covering Paris fashion week, one show I will never forget was Dries Van Noten's aut...
Sunday Miscellany: The Arrow-Stork, by Jenny Beale
On a windy spring day, I stand on a rocky shore with my back to Galway Bay, staring at a low, sandy ...
Sunday Miscellany: The Swallows' Return, by Brian Farrell
I've been looking at the sky since March, though I knew it was too early then. I was also denying th...
Sunday Miscellany: Crowning Glory, by Rosaleen McDonagh
As Traveller beoirs there is no doubt that there will always be an opinion about our hair. Its not a...
Sunday Miscellany: A Prayer for the Electric, by Elizabeth Oxley
Why you don't have to be religious to have faith, whether in love or something more mundane I needed...
Sunday Miscellany: New Boots, by Paul Rouse
A new pair of football boots is sitting on a rack in a shop in the midlands. They're heavily discoun...
Sunday Miscellany: Imogen Stuart: Rara Avis, by Alison Fitzgerald
The work of the late sculptor Imogen Stuart, who died last month aged 96, can be seen in almost ever...
Sunday Miscellany: Corpus Christi Varnish, by Michael Coady
When I was growing up in Carrick-on-Suir there were about a dozen painters and decorators in the tow...
Sunday Miscellany: Voyagers, a poem by Catherine Twomey
On his last journey the cortège moves from shadowed street into the fullness of light on the Old Bri...
Sunday Miscellany: Luas Lady, by Doireann Ní Bhríain
I'm travelling into Dublin city centre, and I’m on the phone. 'I can’t hear you’, says the person at...
Sunday Miscellany:You Don't Stammer When Singing by Mark Brennock
On the transformational power of singing - one way in particular As a child I stammered in most situ...
Sunday Miscellany: Where It All Began: The Chieftains in Leisureland, by Ollie Jennings
Fifty years ago, I drifted over to Galway, hoping for a fresh start. I'd dropped out of B Comm in UC...
Sunday Miscellany: The 17th of May, 1974, by Rachael Hegarty.
On the 17th of May 1974 my mother, brother and I were in town shopping. I was five. My brother David...
Sunday Miscellany: The White Raffia Handbag, by Mary Hassett
I feel guilty whenever I think of that white raffia handbag with its gold clasp and matching chain. ...
Sunday Miscellany: Making A Show of Ourselves, by Pat Boran
By local standards, the house we grew up in on Main Street, Portlaoise was old and rambling and rams...
