I have just returned from a road trip, a family road trip in which my younger brother, my mother and I traveled for what seemed like six weeks to Donegal, (it was in reality an eight and a half hour round trip, but you get my drift). We were traveling to a relatives funeral, someone … More Back to my roots.
I am in my old home, the house in which I was reared. The place where I first knew love, and where I first hated with all my heart my brothers who drove me wild. And who I now love dearly. It is after midnight, and everyone is in bed. My own children tucked up, … More The tales a house could tell.