Concentrate by Shea Walsh

A boy was born a bubbly bouncy happy boy an occasional ear ache but what a joy playful smiling learning to walk and talk asking if its time for bed? Kindergarten passed disarming first grade waylaid sitting on the floor in a circle not for him frustrated teacher have him tested University diagnosed Asperger Syndrome …

The Sands of Arabia by Bridin Mary Harnett

Spiritual resonances elevate. Perhaps not the most delectable of scenes as piles of sand line the roundabout devoid of earthly signals and drivers intuitively find their way about measuring space and proximity, until I, sitting comfortably in the rear of the bus, find myself within scraping distance of the van at the adjacent window and …

Teresa’s West Clare, fifty years progressed By Teresa Fenton

In 1969, I had finished my life apprenticeship and graduated from the Kilrush nunnery. I hugged Co Clare farewell to clickety clack my way to University College Dublin to become a teacher. Because my dad was the wannabe teacher, not me, I opted for marriage and motherhood instead. This vocation caused the hands of the …