A parallel universe
Mary Murphy
April 13, 2016
Although it’s been more than a month since I was in the States, one morning in particular keeps replaying itself in my head – the morning we
Although it’s been more than a month since I was in the States, one morning in particular keeps replaying itself in my head – the morning we
There’s something a little surreal about being about to walk around a city without once going outside. Given the cruelty of the Minnesota winter, this
I’m not a great one for museums. Unless of course they’re connected to the Holocaust, genocide, resistance, war, the Inquisition – things that we need
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
