On the eve of Christmas Eve, I stroll up the street where I grew up to catch the bus into town for the first time in more than a decade. The 78 bus is gone now, replaced by the number 40 that crawls through working class suburbs west of the city, over O'Connell Bridge itself … Continue reading down memory lane
christmas
christmas island
Christmas Eve starts early in the tropics, with a dawn wake-up call from the birds and the ocean. I peer out from the curtains and see wild water and an overcast sky – or is it just that the sun is not properly up yet? But there is no lounging about today. We have jobs … Continue reading christmas island
deck the halls
Trust the bride to choose a groom from a family who live in the most perfect New England town ever. Essex, on the deep estuary of the Connecticut River, is picturesque most of the year, but comes into its own during the snow-covered days of winter. With cold weather taking hold a few weeks earlier … Continue reading deck the halls
mystic pizza
The Hyundai Elantra is a decent car, but nobody ever called it exciting. We stand in the Hertz office by New Haven train station, and Orlando looks longingly at pictures of other, sexier, cars. "I don't suppose you have anything available in your Adrenalin range?", he asks hopefully. We'd already tried and failed to book … Continue reading mystic pizza
Máiréad Doyle 