We had one hell of an emotional response to the photographs of Aylan Kurdi, writes Terry Prone

Backlit by a yellow hue, the picture had an air of infinity to it, as if the Dust Lady were one of the lava shapes in Pompeii, writes Terry Prone

It’s fascinating in a grim way to see anti-semitism revivify itself on this small provocation, writes Terry Prone

WHEN you are asked ‘How are you?’ it’s a greeting. 

It was acceptable to describe one now retired female politician as a sumo wrestler, writes Terry Prone

I made an exception to my “no guests” rule and agreed to share the house for two weeks with a loved one whose family are headed off on holiday. This may turn out to be a serious error, writes Terry Prone.

In the Ireland I grew up in, we had an identity, we had sovereignty, we had white skin and not a whole lot else, writes Terry Prone

I’m profoundly ageist when it comes to me... If I wasn’t broke, I’d be having more plastic surgery, writes Terry Prone

Something about a Garda uniform causes Terry Prone to have panic attacks, believing she has done something vile beyond belief and that they’ve caught her at it. 

WHEN something that has driven you nuts gets exterminated, it’s time for fists in the air and wild whoops of glee.