Stories from travels in

Mary Murphy

Bussin’ on up…

I don’t have a TV in the flat. I can’t have a TV in the flat.  I could have one if I wanted one but

Moving to Madtown?

One of the last questions I ask myself as I pack my bags and get ready to move on is whether or not I could

Frank Lloyd Wright in Milwaukee

When I get something in my head, I’m like a chicken with a speck of blood. I start to fixate. I have even been known

Mistaken identity

On occasion my own stupidity astonishes me. I’m gullible. There are times I find it hard to distinguish between fact and fiction. And sometimes I just get

We planned, Wisconsin laughed

I was excited. Very excited. The day was planned. A lunchtime catch-up with a cousin I’d not seen in years in Wisconsin Dells, followed by

Glarus, WI

In Wisconsin recently, I had cause to give the descriptive ‘new’ some thought. I knew that New Jersey was named after the Channel Island of Jersey and had

What I miss most…

Ireland, Hungary, and the USA are three countries where I feel local, places I’ve lived for long periods. I still feel Irish and don’t lay

Gained in translation

Why doesn’t translating ‘tomorrow week’ as ‘holnap hét’ work? Tomorrow = holnap. Week = hét. Admittedly, tomorrow week might be an Irish expression to begin with

Losing time

Many years ago, when I was living in London, I decided that the best thing about living in that particular capital was the number of