by Dan Juday | Jul 6, 2026 | Dan Juday
Following a bereavement late in life I underwent a prolonged struggle to regain my sense of purpose. Everyone said a pet would be a good idea, that it would help me steady myself, give me a focus, cheer me up. The timing was perfect, they said. I determined I would... 
by Dan Juday | Jun 5, 2026 | Dan Juday
My local was a small roadside pub, just beyond the Leitrim border, on an otherwise empty stretch of the regional road leading into Sligo. It is closed now. The license has been sold. Most people called it Vincie’s; the old ones called it Hargadan’s. A round sign... 
by Dan Juday | May 4, 2026 | Dan Juday
I once owned the old cottage across the lane, and the twenty-five acres of moss-covered grassland that it sits on, up a switch-back lane off the Calry Road in North Leitrim. Sheep-wire fences and stone walls divide it into grazing fields poised above the surrounding... 
by Dan Juday | Apr 8, 2026 | Dan Juday
In the beginning, the time I spent with Louis was limited to Friday nights. He would insist on going home at sunup on Saturday. I didn’t ask any questions. I was grateful for his attention, and I didn’t look much beyond Friday night anyway. In my twenties Friday night... 
by Dan Juday | Mar 5, 2026 | Dan Juday
The first place I rented in Washington, DC, was Hartnett Hall. This was in the spring of 1975, in the DuPont Circle neighborhood. The hall was an aggregation of 19th Century townhouses, nearly half a city block long, whose once-spacious interiors had been walled off...
Following a bereavement late in life I underwent a prolonged struggle to regain my sense […]
I once owned the old cottage across the lane, and the twenty-five acres of moss-covered grassland that it sits on, up a switch-back lane off the Calry Road in North Leitrim.
In the beginning, the time I spent with Louis was limited to Friday nights. He would insist on going home at sunup on Saturday.
The first place I rented in Washington, DC, was Hartnett Hall. This was in the […]