Triple spirals: Magical, simple, complex
Chris and I loped up the hill toward the burial mound along with forty or fifty other tourists – T’s, as we referred to them, laughing…
Stepping into a river of dream
Thirty-five thousand feet above the Atlantic I jump-start our Irish adventure by reading Inishbream, Theresa Kishkan’s novella born of her own time in Ireland years ago.…
The times they are a-changin’
At 18 I dreamed about backpacking – first across Canada, then around Europe. I got as far as buying the backpack – a bright red one…
My Irish times
One of my favourite Ferron songs goes like this: All the world can love you save for one And I don’t know why it is that…