Author Maeve Nowak

  It sang, and Refused to be silenced.   It changed definitions When I realized, stepping off that plane, I left home in a city I barely knew   Months later...

‘Neath a mound of rock the bluebird sings   No ‘mount of pain nor fear can quell   the hymn that rings from the bluebird’s...

The wood scrapes my skin And I know who I am.   The cold burns my lungs And I know where I am.   When   Thoughts are like poison And The avalanche...

It’s the color of the sky where I first met you, That cloudy night  in the city with  string  lights.    It’s the color of the Arch I stood...

A van pulled into Dublin on Nov. 17, filled with Fairfield study abroad students eager for a weekend in the Irish city. Our first stop on the weekend trip was to Kilmainham Gaol, a famous old jail, built in...

The rain streamed down the windows, blurring our views of the rough Atlantic ocean waters while the ferry lurched like a roller coaster car only halfway through its ride. Those who enjoy the thrill of the...

I wake up on Sept. 29 in my friend Eimear’s flat in London, England, ready to explore the city. While Eimear spent the morning kicking butt in karate, I decided to head to a museum. The Science Museum,...

We arrived Thursday evening, Sept. 20, in Munich, Germany with a hard-set determination to decipher the German U-bahn (the subway) system and maps to get to the campground where we would be staying. Two line...

There is something beautiful, standing at the edge of Europe. The Atlantic Ocean goes on forever and you can see clouds rolling in miles off the coast. There is something beautiful, when you’re looking down...

Touching down in Ireland on the morning of September 5 after a red-eye flight, I was greeted by a view of a countryside that resembled a green patchwork quilt. The weather reminds me of a rainy, April day and...