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Triona Ryan

Rhapsody in Blue; Spectrums, Prisms & Naps under Apple Trees

Our emotions are colour coded. Love is red, so is anger. Envy is green, so is generosity. Sadness is blue, so is tranquility. As is the case with so much in life, the paradoxical is often the most comfortable...

Gestures as Catalyst for Change; Making it Count on Women’s Day

As the balmy sun nudges me from my winter slumber, I feel an almost euphoric delight to live in the Southern Capital, primed to enjoy the Spring on Steroids that is passing as I type.  But in March, Women’s History...

Caput Mundi; The Bathtub Racing Dynasty & Other Stories

World Capitals (WC). The thought of them, all of them, brings a tear to my eye. There are several cities that I would give more than an eye to see, it is true. Foreign metropole, glittering with nostalgia and...

The Professional Chameleonic Unicorn; Vernaculars from Oz to Tipperary

Listening to a podcast with some of my kids this week, I paused when their eyes went glassy and asked them, “Do you understand?” They made that vague sound of wanting to say yes but having to admit that,...

Word Nerd; On Names and Naming

“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To...

Flight of the Starling; Pure Reaction to the Situation at Hand

Once upon a time, at this very self-same time of year, a tiny starling flew in through my classroom window in Nanjing's Xianlin. It began to flap a frantic, feathery circle around the room; some of the kids ducked...

Dream Weaver; Fly Me High through the Starry Skies

My dog dreams. I watch him, micro spasms of muscle power him through heroic dog epics of the ectoplasm of consciousness, barking at dream squirrels in dream trees. I also dream, but these bubbles of subliminal thought vanish at...

Are We There Yet? Please Tell me Humans Can Hibernate!

In my miseducated youth, I used to try to power through the winter with an “Are we there yet?” attitude. Overwhelm, exhaustion and meltdowns over the course of several decades finally led to a kinder approach to winter. Since discovering...

About Me

Educator, writer, minstrel and Collector of Rare and Marvelous Moments; Triona Ryan, born in Ireland, moved to Spain for the summer back in 2003 and stayed for a decade. Now based in Nanjing, China, she spends her free time feeding her cats, picking cushions off the floor and pondering the paradoxes of the human condition. She also sings, often and everywhere.
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