Author Archives: Carolyn

In his new play My English Tongue, My Irish Heart, Lynch tells the story of a young couple—a Catholic and a Protestant—that decides to emigrate to England, while also telling the stories of those who have emigrated before them. A common … Continue reading →

The late Kalin is visited at her grave by her best friend, Laura, but the visit quickly devolves into catty backbiting on both sides.

One of the most interesting aspects of Dancing in Lughnasa is Kate’s continual insistence in a more traditional Christian way, coupled with her belief that all decent people—especially her family—should agree with her beliefs and live the way she told them to, … Continue reading →

This morning I woke up with a stranger in my bed. My first instinct was to scream, which I did, then to throw something, which I managed to hold off on. For a minute I didn’t know where I was. … Continue reading →

Malachi noted yesterday that creativity springs from chaos. Today Kimberley told us about this quote from The Third Man, which seemed extremely apt: Don’t be so gloomy. After all it’s not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for … Continue reading →

Dyflinn is the Viking name for Dublin, while Dublin is derived from Dubh Linn, which means “black pool.”

“Get your hands out o’ your pockets.” “My hands aren’t in my pockets!” “Right, well, we have to cross the street.”