When I was in primary school, we put on an international themed nativity play. I imagine it arose from the teacher wondering how she would give parts to the sea of faces in front of her. I was the little Dutch girl who came to lay my gift at the foot of the manger. If …
I don’t know about you, but when I’m scared witless, I find a spot of singing can really help. Perhaps I channel my inner Maria Von Trapp a bit much, though you’d have to say it worked out pretty well for her. She escaped the convent, learned to make clothes from curtains, fell in love, …
I wonder what name the history books will give to this strange time. If World War II was referred to in Ireland as ‘The Emergency’, I propose we call this one ‘The Inconvenience’. Everyone is being put out. Older people asked to stay locked up at home, young children tolerating new and inexperienced teachers with …
The picture of The Brother when we were video calling last week was kinda foggy. I thought it might be the app we were using and suggested another one, (I’m suddenly au fait with half a dozen new technologies). Instead he just hawed out a big breath on his screen and cleaned it with the …
Ordinary Plenty 