Hitting the spot
Mary Murphy September 8, 2017
Where has the summer gone? Is it my imagination or is time flying by ever so quickly, much quicker than years ago when it seemed
Where has the summer gone? Is it my imagination or is time flying by ever so quickly, much quicker than years ago when it seemed
For me, wine falls in to the same category as music and art: I know what I like and what I don’t like. I have
You don’t have to look very far on Facebook and other social media to see people’s reaction to the current cold front that is sweeping
I’m gullible. I can be easily persuaded and often times find myself committing to stuff I really don’t want to do. Take last week, for
I’m easily confused. That shouldn’t come as a surprise to regular readers or anyone who knows me. But in my defence, I try hard to
Sometimes, life gets a little overwhelming. Twenty-four-hour days aren’t nearly long enough to do everything that needs to get done. And when my to-do list
Walking through the city in late October, I spotted my first Christmas tree. I tried to block it out, to pretend it wasn’t there. But
Back in 2008 at a conference in Budapest, I discovered Thinkers50, a biannual global ranking of management thinkers billed as ‘the essential guide to which
It was an intimate affair. About thirty discerning souls in the back room of Beckett’s Bar in Budapest on a cold, rainy, rather miserable Thursday
As I sat across the table from Péter Kutas in Bridges Food Bar last week, I gave some thought to the creative energy in Budapest