We lost a great and wonderful man last week. Paul Durcan was born in Dublin but he was a Mayo man at heart. He was a poet for the ages. More prolific than Kavanagh, less serious than Heaney, Durcan was Ireland’s most entertaining poet.

Are you as disturbed as I am watching democracy crumble from across the Atlantic? So intense are the ties between Ireland and the US, it is akin to witnessing an American relative's slow surrender to dementia through sporadic FaceTime calls - you ...

Where’s home? For a lot of people that is a very simple question to answer. It’s the place you live, in the place you’re from. When those two places are the same, home is easy to know.

For those who know the world of Hyrox – a soaring global fitness trend – what James Carty is doing next Sunday in attempting to do five Hyrox events back to back in one day in Crossmolina seems like a hybrid of insanity and inspiration.

As I write, the headline on the front page of today’s Irish Times reads: ‘Pressure builds on Israel to halt Gaza offensive’.

In a former life, I worked for Irish Guide Dogs for the Blind (IGDB). It is a terrific organisation, based in Cork, providing dogs to guide the blind and visually impaired.

Germany is building a new army. That is a big piece of news by any standards.

There's something intrinsically Jesuitical about Cardinal Robert Prevost's ascension to the papacy.

For those who love being of this county – and there are thousands whose passion for Mayo runs deep – the great thing is there are always more discoveries for you around the corner and sometimes right in front of you.

I’m not a fan of Facebook, or any social media for that matter. I’m not a follower and I’m not followed. Some time back, perhaps as many as 20 years ago, I made a heroic effort to stop Facebook telling the world that my birthday falls on May 1st.