“One day, every major city in America will have a telephone.” – (Alexander G. Bell). Following the invention of the...
Darkness embraced us like a Granny’s cuddle as we left the Flodigarry Hotel satiated with herring and new potatoes I...
Wee Agnes squeezed into an empty seat near the front and her glasses steamed up. The stale scent of the...
Each year, after Christmas My parents would take Each other to task over The chore of packing up Everything not...
Sometimes I feel like I’m a member of the last well-mannered generation—that is, the last generation to know swift discipline....
Photographer Edward Lee shares some of his photos, as well as his musings on them. Fence The railings that surround...
“Bloom where you are planted.” So said the sign that hung over Ryan Berg’s stove. The rectangular wooden plaque was...
I sit beside a window. Beyond it, I see trees with leaves of all colours imaginable – greens and yellows...
The happiest moment of my life occurred on the day I held in my hands the golden ticket, the winning...
You need to pick up a few things, she told James. I am too tired, he said. Can’t it wait...
The silence in that room had a warmth to it. It was the kind of silence which could only exist...
Ardmore Bay Hearts may be harvested at such a place, between the sea and the dishevelled land Where in a...