I shop for clothes once a year, and only wish my visits to the dentist were as infrequent. An afternoon during the January sales will...

We are constantly advised by consumer gurus to shop around for goods and services and make a switch when we get a better deal. That’s all...

A note from the ESB told us we would be without power for a few hours on Wednesday last. Even though we had time to prepare, when the...

It was a fine autumn afternoon in 1969, the schoolyard was full of whooping children enjoying the two o-clock break. I should have been...

There is no such thing as a slow news day anymore, something momentous is always happening. Every day there appears to be a reason to run...

It is only the tick of a clock, a blip on a digital screen, the twitch of a second hand that takes us from one year to the next. Every...

There was a beautiful yellow flower growing in the lawn during the summer. It bloomed in the morning but disappeared every afternoon at...

Over two Monday nights I watched that excellent two-part television programme, The Hunger: The Story of the Irish Famine. Broadcast on...

Apparently many of us wake in the night and obsesses over things we can do nothing about. It’s a common affliction, this descent into a...

From inside the cocoon Paddy Smith, whose work graced these pages, and the pages of a number of national papers over the years, recently...

Growing up in Co Limerick the seasons of the year were marked by the arrival and departure of visitors. These included the swallow, wild...

I’m inclined to think there was a lot of male regression last week as the marathon US election count dragged on interminably. Simple...

It is November, a month when we, traditionally, remember our dead. Those of us seasoned by length of days find that, with every year, ...

It’s a pleasant autumn evening, crisp, mild and bright. The main road running alongside us is much quieter than usual, the interminable...