What Lies Beneath

For much of 2024, I’ve been wallowing. I lost two women who played a huge role in shaping the woman I am: my mum and my Donna. The void they’ve left makes it difficult to breathe at times.

For many years now, November has been a month I associate with giving thanks. Most likely it’s a remnant from when I was Stateside. It’s a massive holiday over there; for many, it’s even bigger than Christmas. And it’s not just an American holiday.

Where has the year gone? I can hardly believe we’re in October. Back in my corporate management days, I’d be busy compiling reports on Q3 and reviewing projections for Q4. I’d also have been able to tell you that I’m writing this in W42 ...

Many moons ago, when I was negotiating a Catholic convent school education, one of the nuns put a question to us.

In my village office during the week, I looked out of the window to see our two young storks perched on top of the roof of the barn. A magical calm came over me. I found myself smiling with the inner delight of a ...

How did a kid who drew comic books in Békéscsaba find himself exhibiting/selling out his paintings on the other side of the world in Art Taipei? How did a drummer who played in and made music videos for underground rock bands in Budapest get ...

I grew up with the iconic Blue Nun and the odd cardboardeaux brought back from France by neighbours lucky enough to go on foreign holidays.

Standing 22.4 metres (73 ft) underground on the platform for the M4 metro in Kálvin tér in the nation’s capital recently, a strange feeling came over me.

One of the most inspiring aspects of today’s globalisation is the sheer diversity of our world.

I’ve spent a lot of time this month seriously considering removing myself from social media and newsfeeds.