When we were saying our goodbyes to my Uncle Tom’s house after his 1st anniversary mass, all of us cousins were invited to take a keepsake. The Tipperary farmhouse where I had spent many summer holidays was a simple home. Yet everything had a familiarity and a link not just to my father’s brother Tom, …
My father and I had our birthdays on each other’s half-birthday. We shared the twice annual game of steeling the others limelight, insisting our 6-month anniversary was the main celebration. When I was born, Dad was just 3 half-birthdays off his 50th birthday. He was also not far off retirement, having started working at 14 …
The tighter the restrictions are around my feet, the further my soul yearns to travel. There was a time when I’d settle for a day out in Howth, or Bray, but I’m gone way beyond that now, I need to hug the entire Irish coastline. Mr B’s tribe were great for caravans, not in the …
Ordinary Plenty 