Have you gone to see the movie, "Dune – Part 2" yet? I’ve seen both, though I regret to say I remember nothing about Part 1. That’s not to say I di...

I’ve always been a bit of a tree-hugger. And why wouldn’t I, after spending so much time on my grandfather’s farm within a mile of Wexford town? Si...

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There are bands, and then there are great bands. What makes a band great? Well, obviously, the members, particularly if one, or all, have a vision....

I first encountered Malachy McCourt at a sparsely attended Irish-Americans for McGovern meeting in the fall of 1972. He was accompanied by Brian He...

One of the joys – and occasional banes – of writing a regular column is that it engages you with your readers. A recent column beginning with Frank...

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“Any Irish person who’s not writing a memoir is a feckin’ eejit.” Frank McCourt was heard to proclaim when "Angela’s Ashes" became a bestseller. Bu...

The first wave arrived home around December 15th and contained many seasoned “deep-sea” sailors. My father was often among them, suntanned from the...

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