The Empty Nest

I came across a photo today. Another lifetime. My two boys having their first trip on one of Dublin’s double-decker buses during a holiday there. I’m feeling very sorry for myself George. I’m in Australia and my two boys are in Europe. I always said I wouldn’t be one of those mothers who pined when the fledglings . . . Continue Reading

The Irish in Australia

I will never get used to the harsh, guttural, nasal tones of the Australian accent. Even now, after all the years I have lived here, I occasionally have trouble understanding them. They love the Irish accent, or so they tell me. It’s somewhat softer. They seem to quite like the Irish too. It makes it easy for us to live here . . . Continue Reading