WHAT IS, IS

I have been hesitant to write about death. But my father is dying. And I have been reading a lot about this topic – and I’ve realised that it’s not something our society has embraced or talks about. Birth is celebrated. People post pictures of their newborns and hospital rooms and smiling dads and sweaty foreheads, but death is a taboo topic.

MY MOTTO FOR THE WEEK

A GOOD POEM, HEY?

WÖRTER DIE ES IN ENGLISCH NICHT GIBT

I've compiled a list of great German words that I've struggled to find a good English translation for. ​

WHEN CATHERINE MARRIED ROI

WHAT IS CULTURAL TRANSITION?

I wrote this article when I was still content manager for The South African, a news website for global Saffas.

As someone who has travelled a lot, I'm always interested to see how other people adjust to a new place and how they cope with this change. People who live cross-culturally often experience different emotions when they return home.

Read my full article here.

POEM: 'WALKING HOME'

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​​Walking Home

small snowflakes are whipping my face

we walk together down the road

i to my apartment; you to the train station

together we talk

our silence punctuated with conversation

together we walk

our footsteps echoing on soft dark tar

FREEDOM

My lovely brother took this photograph of me last week on a visit to Nordrhein Westfalen in Germany. It was so lovely to see him again after a year of being seperated. He's really, really the coolest kid I know.

Check out his awesome work if you love Ireland, weddings and analogue photography.

POEM: AWAY

You are a pixelated face on my Skype screen,
Who comforts with a steady voice, a steady heart,
Though I can't promise my house will be standing on my return;

KAFFEE UND MC DONALD'S

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Der Kaffee dampft.

Langsam kehren die Lebensgeister zurück.

Ich wache auf, der altrosa Morgen erstreckt sich über die Firmengebäude, die wie Roboter, streng und geradestehend, den Morgen salutieren.

Ich sitze in Mc Donald​s​: die Wände in Kakao Zebrastreifen gefärbt, der billige Holztisch an den Boden fest montiert, und über die In-House Sprechanlage spielt Xavier Naidoos "bitte hör nicht auf zu träumen".

Und ich, habe ich schon aufgehört zu träumen?