IT was with relief tinged with a certain amount of pride that I learned within the past week of the imminent completion of a project which I initiated 13 years ago.
I FELT like I had purchased hard drugs. I was half expecting gun-toting armed guards to swoop down from the ceiling.
A RECENT visit to the home of a bereaved family left a lasting impression on me. Despite the pain and great burden of bereavement, there was also an opportunity to hope.
LAST April the eruptions from the Icelandic ‘Eyjafjallajokull’ volcano kept European airspaces shut down over a number of weeks affecting travel for millions of people across Europe.
“UP on the bike,” she instructs. I try not to wince; I hadn’t seen this coming.
IT IS now five months since the resignation of Bishop Jim Moriarty has been accepted by Pope Benedict; a resignation that has gained considerable respect and praise.
A recent article in the Saturday edition of the Irish Times about Irishmen serving in the British Army sparked a vigorous debate in the following weeks in the letters pages of the paper.
DAMSEL in distress – that was me. It was a real, proper, genuine damsel in distress moment, too, not like the usual scrapes I get myself into.
IS week, a truly great man passed from this life, beginning a new journey to heaven.
THE recent availability of the 1911 Census of Ireland on the internet has provided an extraordinary wealth of material for anyone interested in family history or local history.