During November I visit cemeteries. In Ballycastle cemetery, where my parents are buried, I spend time moving meditatively along the headstones and reading the spare words that attempt to record lived lives.

There's a particular grimness to discovering that Ireland has developed its own strain of far-right extremism.

I’m not sure why I found some of the media coverage of the crimes of the disgraced hurling icon, DJ Carey, so distasteful.

Tilly Norwood is a young, pretty actor who is causing a storm in Hollywood. She has great headshots, a resumé and apparently genuine interest from the TV and film industry. Her appeal is obvious.

The death last month of Frank Durcan in Spain brings the curtain down on the life of a man who was one of the most colourful and controversial political characters in Mayo.

This is the time of year when people are graduating from their colleges and places of study. It is a joyous period, when newspapers such as this one are full of pictures and short reports of achievements.

Delegates from the Catholic dioceses of Ireland gathered in Kilkenny Convention Centre on October 18th to help prepare for a National Synod to be held in October, 2026 which is intended to usher in a ‘synodal’ church in Ireland.

When most people hear of old cures, they frequently raise their eyes to heaven and dismiss them instantly. In the face of modern medicine, it is difficult to believe they have any value but I’d like to think they are, at least, worth a visit.

There's a particular species of politician who discovers a problem only when it threatens to jeopardise their career. They wake up one morning, check the polls, and suddenly the blindfold falls away.

It is interesting how things change.