All About Amy
“There are more tears shed over answered prayers than unanswered prayers.” Saint Teresa of Avila…
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George Monbiot’s Hall of Mirrors
In 2010, having advocated for veganism in 2002, George Monbiot wrote: ‘I was wrong about…
On Being Old
Oscar Wilde said that the tragedy of being old is that one is still young.…
Walking at Night
Night Walking Deserves a Quiet Night I’ve always walked alone in the city after dark.…
The Good Terrorist
Even if these operations are shocking revelations to those who have a romantic notion of…
Notes from a Segregated Island
Your antennae are up months before it comes. You’ve gotten to the point where, if…
In the Blink of an Eye
In the blink of an eye everything can change in the way we live our…
Anger at Hillary Clinton’s Appointment at Queen’s University in Belfast
A protest organised by Lasair Dhearg, and involving representatives from People Before Profit and Academics…
Is This Where We Are Heading?
As a journalist, I receive a variety of emails, Facebook messages and text messages almost…
Watering Down the Vodka
In response to COVID-19: how are we to explain people drawing starkly differing conclusions from…
Palestine: What happens when the violence ends?
Self-defence, blood lust, ethnic cleansing, disproportionate response, mowing the lawn, genocide, death from the sky.…
Al-Quds: the Red Line
Al-Quds (‘the holy sanctuary’), Jerusalem is the red line for the Palestinian people, the wider…
Old Headscarf
At thirty-two, after decades of sporting a headscarf, I abandoned the practice and exposed my…
Mandatory Hotel Quarantine Alienates Immigrant Communities
Never before have I felt so far from my country of origin as when I…
A Few Good Men and Women
In the wake of the murder by a police officer of the unfortunate Sarah Everard,…
RTÉ Says: ‘Stars’ In Their Own Cars
One trail runs dry, but a scent hangs in the air. Pursuant to Stephen Court’s…
Leopold Bloom and the Art of Loafing
What does it mean to be a loafer? Loafing as an activity has always existed.…
My Social Media Shame
I went in my first chatroom when I was 12. My name was ‘Phoebe’ –…