• Dispatch from the Diaspora

    a dream of solstice

    Dawn light began stealingThrough the cold universe to County Meath, Over weirs where the Boyne water, fulgent, darkling,Turns its thick axle, over rick-sized stonesMillennia deep in their own unmoving And unmoved alignment. (from A Dream of Solstice by Seamus Heaney) Winter Solstice is the turning point I look forward to each year. The day after my daughter’s birthday, it is…

  • Dispatch from the Diaspora

    home is where the heart breaks … but say nothing

    Although I left Northern Ireland over three decades ago, it is still home, still the place and time from which it is impossible to emerge unscathed. None of us got away scot-free. With an apprehension I can’t quite explain, I watched Say Nothing, the series based on the best-selling book by New Yorker investigative journalist Patrick Radden Keefe. Predictably, within…