Nuala McCann
By the frost! We've decided not to curse for Christmas – Nuala McCann
WE are not cursing for Christmas.
By Nuala McCann
The secret to a happy Christmas? Make a 'to don't' list – Nuala McCann
CHRISTMAS is coming and for once, I have kicked my inner Grinch out the door.
By Nuala McCann
It's time to hunker down: we are wintering now – Nuala McCann
WE are wintering now. The last wisps of autumn’s beauty linger on leafy avenues.
By Nuala McCann
Hospital parking: staff should take 'bus or glider - how do you think the rest of us get to our work?' - Nuala McCann
LIKE Shakespeare’s stages of life, there are stages of love.
By Nuala McCann
Nuala McCann: Please son, please... protect us from the scammers
THE text came from a recruitment company in Belfast.
By Nuala McCann
Nuala McCann: Retirement has its magic – there's a book to read and a snooze to be had
MY brother meets me in the chapel at home.
By Nuala McCann
Nuala McCann: Golden days and ghosts of younger selves
TIME is a wind tunnel that sweeps you up and carries you down back roads you walked in the long ago to meet the ghost of your younger self on a street corner.
By Nuala McCann
Nuala McCann: A crisp bed and a safe haven in life's storms
“Would you like a fresh bed?” I ask my grown-up son.
By Nuala McCann
Nuala McCann: I am a kicker of leaves and a lover of trees
“You left your iPad in the washing basket,” says my other half, waving Exhibit A and looking puzzled.
By Nuala McCann
Nuala McCann: Ghost ships of a monochrome world
As darkness draws in, the ghost ship of long-ago Sundays looms on the horizon.
By Nuala McCann