2015 Grateful 45
Mary Murphy
February 21, 2015
‘Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to come into my life?, I asked. He looked at me, a little taken aback.
‘Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to come into my life?, I asked. He looked at me, a little taken aback.
We’re half-way through January and my resolve to do more than simply work, eat, and sleep, is holding. I’m saying yes to things I would
It’s not often that parties in my world start at 7.30 am these days. Perhaps years ago when I was following Irish soccer and time
I have the dubious distinction of being the only one of my Irish contemporaries who has managed to get this far in life without ever
‘It’s perfect weather for a killing.’ Not quite the words I expected to hear over a pre-dawn breakfast before we braved the -12 degree cold
My one and only New Year’s resolution is to whittle away at my bucket list. I’m increasingly conscious of the limited time we have on
I took Art in school. I can’t draw but in my early teens I quite fancied myself as an impressionist. Daubing various splotches of different
You might pass Szentpétery Vera on the street in Gödöllő without registering her. If you didn’t know better, you might think her just another ordinary
‘So’, I said, ‘what do you want to do?’ My visitor technically wasn’t my visitor at all. I’d borrowed him for the afternoon from a
I was reintroduced recently to the joy of simple living and reminded that the value of simplicity is something we’re in danger of overlooking as
