It is a strange thing to realise that you have become a sort of slave – albeit a fairly happy one, at least when you are tucking your peacefully slumbering little masters in at night. Perhaps the term, “indentured servant” is more accurate, because there is the prospect of eventual freedom, allegedly. With each new…

My first niece was born before Christmas, Grace arrived into the world in Holles Street hospital, to a celebratory city strewn with lights. Christmas is a beautiful time of year for a baby to be born. My wife and children had already gone to London ahead of me for the Christmas break, and so I…

Life changes so fast for growing kids

Reflecting on the beauty of Baptism and new life

Hitting the road and reconnecting with old Ireland

Family vacation reflections

Finally all those years of nappy changing are paying dividends.

“The Vikings are back,” I remarked, almost casually, to a passer-by in St Anne’s park recently. “That shower never give up, do they?” he replied, without missing a beat.  It was indeed strange to arrive in a clearing in the park one evening to find it arrayed with tents, outside which Vikings were avidly practicing…

Violence and tragedy are hopefully behind us

Our improved infrastructure has brought families closer