At the edge of a tradition (1)
Mary Murphy
January 6, 2015
‘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
‘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
Each year, come July/August, I go through the same routine. I check the line-up for this years Sziget music festival and see how few names
There’s a French proverb that says to compare is not to prove. On some intellectual level, I know that. I know that comparing myself to
As the temperatures soar, my levels of tolerance drop. There is a direct correlation between how hot it is and what sort of mood I’m
WTF?!* Had I been doing anything more than a sedate 25 mph on this relatively remote stretch of a very minor Austrian road, I might
