As a teenager I browsed whatever reading materials were left around my home: Sunday newspapers th
As part of the on-going formation and education of Columban lay missionaries, I was privileged to
Fifty years ago I was pastor of an "old Christian" community on Amakusa Island in the far south o
It was a great joy for me to be invited, two years ago, to return to Santiago, Chile, to celebrat
In the 1980s before the onset of cheap air fares and the free movement of people introduced by the European Union Irish immigrants in London were…
When I was sixteen years old, my father was diagnosed with cancer and died ten weeks later.
I still have vivid memories of my first awakening in Lima, Peru, on June 24, 1971.
In the history of human life suffering is what every person will encounter in their lifetime.
My name is Sr.
I started to write these two poems last year during a workshop training on poetry writing in my m
