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I work as an anchor, reporter and columnist for Germany’s international broadcaster, Deutsche Welle. I also write fiction and have just finished my first novel.  Below you’ll find a selection of my work.

Deutsche Welle online                                                                                                     

Deutsche Welle TV reports

Journal of Culture and African Women Studies                                                 

The Irish Independent

The Local
Zeitgeist: Michelle Obama ‘more popular’ than her husband
Bayrueth immigration office ‘unfair’to students

The Irish Times
What I’ve learnt from Edwawrd Snowden
Trading the safe and familiar for an adventure
A city that has thrived against all odds
The Difference between the Germans and the Irish

The Journal
Column: Why Ireland should look to Europe as well as America
Column: Why Ireland must ban smacking children
Column: Politicians’ private lives matter. We should pay attention.
Column: Sludgy and Outdated: Why our education system is like a septic tank

Art Through Women’s Eyes: Review of The Memory Factory

Spiegel International
Reverse Integration: Germans Learn Turkish to Promote Understanding
Leaving It All Behind: When Modern Cities Become Ghost Towns
All Work and Low Pay: Getting By Without Minimum Wage in Germany
Image of a Young Girl: Madame Tussauds Unveils Anne Frank Wax Figure
Trophy Hunting in Museums: Rhino Horn Thefts a Growing Problem in Europe
Grannies or Nannies? Germany Considers Family Leave for Grandparents

Fiction 

Recent Posts

just ice cream

It was just ice cream. Fancy, overpriced stuff from Hackescher Markt.

But it seemed like we weren’t the only ones in line who were giddy at the prospect of it.

We’d decided to get the train into town. For no other reason than that it would be novel.

It was Saturday, cold still but with glimmers of sunshine.

We sat by the Spree. A dog sniffed at us. His owner apologised.

“Roll up your sleeves for the Covid-19 vaccine” Berliner Dom

We were thrilled. A bit of interaction.

In a tunnel, an old man beat a makeshift drum. Across the Spree, at a construction site, the builders, dropping steel pipes, made their own music.

On the roof of the Berlin Cathedral a banner stretched over one of the domes. “Roll up your sleeves for a Covid-19 vaccine.”

We walked past the new shiny palace on Unter den Linden, its controversial cross gleaming in the suddenly blue sky.

We stop at the Neue Wache. You can’t go in because of the pandemic, but you can look through the bars.

A sculpture of a mother holding her dead son. A universal symbol of grief.

A scene in my novel is set there. I peered in, expecting a kind of revelation.

The Neue Wache sculpture designed by Käthe Kollwitz

Further down the street, a new underground stop.

“How long has that been there?”

“Couple of months probably.”

You miss these things in lockdown.

We get the new train to the Hauptbahnhof.

Travelers with suitcases!

“When was the last time for us?”

“Christmas 2019.”

Little did we know.

It wasn’t just ice cream. It was more than that.

We got ice cream

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