Out June 6th Out June 6th 1941 "Kitty's War" - "InIrelands neutrality, her courage becomes the battleground."

Visiting New Orleans during unprecented historic snow fall

An exploration of a personal journey of grief

Signed copies of books by Kilkenny authors

How to Navigate Grief During Christmas 6 Tips for Surviving Christmas.

A Christmas Redemption ‘My mother used to say, “Stone remembers.”’ Standing by her grave, I trace my fingers over the carved letters of h...

How to Write a Story Plot As a writer, you may have created an intricate world in your mind, populated with vivid characters full of...

Ever felt like you're lost in a sea of words, trying to imitate the literary greats just to get a few likes? We've all been...

The ash clashes, hurlers pump their hurls into the air after scoring another point. Proud parents and ardent supporters cheer; they're...

Embarking on the journey of writing a novel is a creative adventure that can be both fulfilling and challenging. It involves weaving...

Integrate Character Description with Action It's common for developing writers to resort to 'laundry list' descriptions, cataloguing a...

There you are, fourteen years old on Cockle Strand in Crookhaven with your friend Ella. You're simmering with excitement while pulling...

An exploration of grief through the lens of personal loss, this blog delves into the Kübler-Ross stages

For most people, this is a Christmas like no other, but for parents who have recently lost a child or any loved one, it is different for...

Every writer claims to have writer's block; some say it is a myth, as teachers don't get a setback where they can't teach or a nurse...

T You are 6. Your head pressed against the car window humming "Shakira, Shakira, my hips don't lie, Shakira, Shakira." Are you comparing...

Eimear’s Journal Another day It's another day, and as usual, my first thought is Ciara. During the night, I woke many times with dreams...

The water glistens as the mid-day sun shines on the river. It is quiet, so quiet I can hear myself breathe. I wipe a bead of sweat that...