It’s odd how the news works on our brains. When something is ‘in’ the news, we perceive it as a reality and respond accordingly — especially if it’s dramatic (if it bleeds, it leads) or insane (the current White House).

Daughter comes home from her first day at fashion school, writes Suzanne Harrington. 

Nothing suggests reassurance like a pair of flimsy shoes that could, in seconds, topple you, snap your ankles, and land you in the shit, writes Suzanne Harrington

I may have to turn to prostitution to pay off my modest camping holiday. Specialist prostitution catering to those who fancy mature ladies with saggy bits, writes Suzanne Harrington. 

My name’s Suzanne and I’m a likeaholic. I never thought it could happen , but it has. Like street opiates, for years I managed to avoid it — I’ve seen what it has done to others.

What a relief climate change has been reconfigured as extreme weather by the Trump administration, writes Suzanne Harrington

Suzanne Harrington on anthrozoology — the relationship between humans and animals.

 Driving through Cork city on my way to a yoga studio, there are big colourful signs everywhere. Cork Pride 2017. Wow.

I CAN’T be bothered to be part of Ryanair’s stop-whingeing stealth ad campaign — other than to thank the world’s least loved airline for not making me sit next to my arsey teenagers while crammed in those tiny, tiny seats.

Dear America, In a few hours, I’ll be heading off to the airport to visit you. Briefly, no strings.