At some stage of our evolution, we humans came out of the water. And the signs are on us. As soon as we get back into it, we become animated, playful, and our minds are at ease. Our skins even take on a glow from the water.

It’s a tough time to be a farmer in Ireland. Maybe it always was but this year’s exceptional rainfall sees farmers feeding silage to cattle indoors in August – after doing so in the springtime too when the animals should be out grazing the land.

As I crossed the pedestrian walkway, a flatbed truck driver leaned out his window and unleashed a barrage of angry words at me.

Dear reader, Life is good. Once we accept that death, the final arbiter, is part of life, then we can, with more clarity, accept that we are pretty fortunate.

Patsy McGarry, a proud native of Ballaghaderreen, has followed his recent retirement as the Religious Affairs Correspondent of The Irish Times with a compelling retrospective account of his eventful life in journalism.

The rosary was a nightly ritual in our house as I grew up. My father was ever-faithful to it, my mother somewhat less so.  Saying the rosary in the company of my father was sometimes an unpredictable affair.

Dee Ruddy has come up with a very interesting concept and has thrown herself headfirst into it. The Belmullet native is a hairdresser and makeup artist by profession and ran a successful business in Bangor Erris for 15 years.

In the grand tapestry of human experience, grief stands as a dark and luminous thread, binding us to the very essence of our existence.

When all the counting and choosing Electoral College voters arising from a US Presidential Election is over – the process I explored in last week’s article – the House of Representatives and the Senate meet in joint session on the following January ...

I may be wrong but I suspect that few of my readers took in the recent Electric Picnic, Ireland’s biggest outdoor festival.