Have you ever sat through a movie where the person next to you asks questions about the plot and characters? I have to confess there’s been times when I’ve been that person.

My husband and I recently celebrated our 11th anniversary and prided ourselves on our common ground. We decided to go away for a weekend by ourselves, and chose to ignore all the tensions over the years.

Like many Irish people, the last time I have actually paused for breath in a conversation and listened to someone uninterrupted, was back in 1982.

Whether you are a person who is beginning on your faith journey or someone who is familiar with the topic, we think you'll find the discussion useful.

Whether you are a person who is beginning on your faith journey or someone who is familiar with the topic, we think you'll find the discussion useful.

I never knew that caring too much about my children could be a problem.  Recently, I was helping my 8-year-old daughter with her homework.

We could all ask ourselves the following questions: As we start to engage again in social interaction, do we need to regain a sense of purpose?

When we were deep in lockdown, I relished the opportunity to go to the supermarket, the post-office and the butchers.

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The most common topic of conversations I have with my friends is how we don’t see enough of each other. Life is so busy for everyone, now we are a certain age.

I think it was Gandhi who once said that freedom is not worth having if it doesn’t include the freedom to make mistakes.

There’s a difference between a level teaspoon and a heaped teaspoon of baking powder when it comes to making scones.

She told me that the physical presence of Christ in the Eucharist has brought an incredibly powerful sense of peace over those in attendance.

It was roughly ten days into the ‘Covid-19 Lockdown’ when I had my first meltdown. And when I say meltdown, I mean a full scale ‘don’t look Mammy in the eye, she's gone a little unhinged’ type meltdown.

I rented an apartment, initially on my own. I stuck a pink post-it on the inside of the apartment door. I looked at it every morning as I left the apartment.

Life unravels for me all the time. I tend to despair at the loss of control, at losing a grip on life.

As I listened to their congratulations and words of advice for married life, I foolishly believed my husband and I were more in love than any of them.

I keep thinking that I should be grateful for what I have, when others have it worse off during this lockdown.

The rosary grounds me because I consider the reality of Jesus Christ, and I bring with me the concerns big and small of friends and family and leave those concerns with Him.

When the schools closed, I found myself at home with my three-year-old daughter.