In a prologue to his new book, Aspire: Ruminations on Religion in a Time of Paradigm Shift, the author John Cunningham explains in simple terms his double focus: ‘Rumination’ is the act of turning something over in one’s mind – to ponder, ...

I had the joy of taking my three-year-old granddaughter to the circus this summer. To be honest, I was more anxious to see the show myself; her enjoyment of it was almost secondary.

So Shane Lowry upstaged Donald Trump in Doonbeg by winning the Irish Open in the most spectacular style.

The gold letters always go up last. That’s the order of things with Donald Trump. Buy the building, fix the roof, then bolt the name across the front in a typeface you can read from a moving car.

Just over a week or so ago on a brisk summer’s day on an elevated rise in Drumcliff Cemetery on the outskirts of Ennis town, we gathered to bury Jim Lyons.

The car park at Keem fills by about 11am most days in August.

Seeing as how Mr Trump is paying us a visit and doing Bord Fáilte’s job in attracting the free-wheeling, free-spending US visitors to our shores and seeing as how he will, according to the traditional media, be subjected to a frosty reception by our ...

This September 60 years ago, I was on my way to Maynooth to begin studying for the priesthood. In the Maynooth class of 1966, in a total cohort of 84 students, five were from Killala diocese and ten from Tuam.

No child I’ve ever known has ever said it, not in the whole squalling history of the back seat, that sticky annex of grievance and melted Fruit Pastilles where somebody needs the toilet nine minutes after the last stop.

I don’t know if I should mention this but I have been dreaming a lot lately. I’m not an expert on dreams. I’m not sure that there is anything in them and before you jump to conclusions it has nothing to do with Mayo winning the All Ireland.