By Mary Melcherts   Last year, my friend Brigid and I were widowed. Brigid was missing her sister’s family in Corcomore, County Limerick and I was still coming to terms with the emptiness of my home. When she asked me to accompany her to Ireland, I was unsure at first, but in the end, I … Continue reading →

Ar scor Ní rachaidh mé ar an stáitse arís a dúirt sí linn ag cuimhneamh fós ar an mbualadh bos ar an gcur i gcéill a sceitheann fírinne: í ag cúlú uainn go mánla is a masc rósheodach cráite os ár gcomhair amach go fóill is an gúna maisithe ina seasamh leis féin go fóill … Continue reading →

Ó thuiscint Rinne sí a cuid féin den chathair áit nárbh fhéidir a aithint thar chathracha eile: an tsráid shalach fhada seanduine dúr le madra: anseo a scríobhfadh sí scéal nó a feartlaoi féin: ach chonaic sí uaithi líonra suaite éan ina scriobláil spéire: focal a bhí ag dul ó thuiscint an focal ba cheart … Continue reading →