Grief is always harsh and cruel for people left behind after a death. But there is nothing more terrible than losing a child or partner to suicide

A cosy evening by the stove lay before me dispatching messages to loved ones penned in my elegant poetic backhand

I am committed to democracy as an art form, but the election didn’t interest me in the slightest

The General, who was in with a broken leg, seemed surprisingly compassionate

Christmastime is a journey through the darkness for lots of people

The General admires that Trump can still climb up into the cabin of a truck. But then Trump doesn’t drink

The fact is the film was beautiful, earnest, poetic and sublime. But that’s not what I saw in the moment

It’s impossible for me not to feel some affinity with bees and birds and a sense of belonging in the natural world I live in

I was thinking of a forgotten soldier who fought in the first World War recently as I walked around the place where my own family members are buried

Words can wound, like the father who says he’s disappointed with the child

Monk from Tibet planted yew tree in garden, which has been more effective means of staying in touch

Michael Harding: That may sound sentimental but I have lived my life in rural Ireland and never known it to be otherwise

I sulked on my balcony, thinking of all the surfers that might be clogging the beaches of Donegal

My mother once told me women marching in white were Orangewomen, making me fear there was something deeper I could not see

From the chaos of the Troubles, the movie constructs a story of hope and tenderness, proving there’s more to life than land