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- Sep 11, 2026
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- Jul 4, 2026
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'I walked the streets of New York after 9/11 attacks and am haunted still' (opens the original)
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American Airlines Flight 11, now re-imagined as a huge, hypersonic, high-octane missile, plump with fuel and arrowing unstoppably toward its doom, slams like a monstrous winged cannonball into the chest of the North Tower. An ecstasy of orange flame trailed by suffocating, stygian black smoke erupts through the violated skin of the first of Manhattan's secular cathedrals that will be maimed and pulverised on this apocalyptic, psychopathic, hateful September morning. Seventeen minutes later, angl
Croke Park is the Holy Ground where the Katie Taylor story had to end (opens the original)
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Like a renaissance era cathedral, an Irish Duomo, Croke Park offers the gravitas of a towering constant in a disintegrating world, a point of intersection between the worldly and the immortal, a place of stories. A sacred space. The nation's centrepoint. When Katie Taylor, an emblem of hope who long ago advanced beyond the normal limits of human affection, steps into that mystical acreage tonight, even those of a cynical persuasion might find themselves tightening at the throat. Katie understood
Rhasidat Adeleke is an emerald Chariot of Fire - a fizzing riposte to the haters (opens the original)
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Rhasidat Adeleke devoured the ground below her rapidly spinning legs in the fashion of a thirsty plant hoovering moisture from abundant soil. Mark English, a Donegal doctor at the opposite pole of his career journey to the coltish Dublin sprinter, strode into golden light, an athlete who had waited and waited for his moment in the sun. Two emerald-vested chariots of fire, their afterburners blazing, propelling them toward a moment in time. Thus, a magical night at an arena in England's West Midl
Glen Hansard and Brenda Fricker's funerals made me proud of our Irish goodbyes (opens the original)
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An agreeable thought crowbars its way into the rooms of the heart amid stirring farewells to Brenda Fricker and Glen Hansard, clouds of devastation cleaving apart to make way for a chink of tender sunlight. It is the one announcing that Ireland, our often imperfect land, is supreme in those moments when one of ours has fallen and the people are compelled to raise the parting glass. Clueless when it comes to budgeting for or building children's hospitals, peerless at transforming into vessels of
Stardust campaigner Bridget McDermott reunited with her kids who never came home (opens the original)
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Bridget McDermott was liberated into the tranquillity of death’s long sleep this week, a bereaved mother no longer enclosed by the high walls of tragedy. For some 45 of her 89 years, Bridget grieved for the three children, Willie, George and Marcella, torn from her on the terrible February night in 1981 when flame devoured the Stardust nightclub. A resolute, dignified woman who looked oblivion in the face and somehow walked on, drawing strength from the love letter to her lost brood smudged in i
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