Join the conversation! Thursday 20 February at 7pm VOX magazine is delighted to host a LIVE online conversation between business...
What is justice? VOX magazine was live at Rubicon 2014 in Rathmines on Saturday 1 February to hear Shane Claiborne and a host of ...
Visiting Dublin's Fair Play Cafe Editor Ruth Garvey-Williams toured Ireland in 2013. Here's one of the favourite article...
Change is in the air at VOX! Happy New Year from the VOX team! Isn't January the perfect time to start something new? Well, ...
Can big business really help the poor?
Highlights from Rubicon 2014
Hope starts here
New Year Changes
A Moment with the Feint Saint
Oh what a tangled web...
Surprised as you may be to hear it, I loves an oul' natter. This is more than me just enjoying the sound of my own voice (much as I do). It's about loving the sound of other voices mixed in with mine. Chewing the fat; 'putting the world to rights' as they say.
When I first joined Twitter, I thought it was a wonderful place to talk to hundreds of people at once. But as time passes I find that social media can be a scary place to say stuff.
The Word Wide Web has its fair share of spiders in it!
Is it a Giant? Is it a Grape?
Isn’t it funny how two people look at the same thing and see two totally different things. Like when I look at around the house and see mayhem and he looks around the house and sees the double adapter he’d been looking for so that he could move the radio to the other side of the room. And while I sigh, he’s shrugging his shoulders wondering what the problem is.
Got a [Daddy] issue? Get a [Mansize] tissue!
I'm well aware of my daddy issues. I think it stems from being 13 and losing my dad. Oh no... don't get me wrong, he's still alive; it's just that one day he walked out the door and although someone who looked very like him came home from hospital a few weeks later, it wasn't my dad. He’d been hit by a car and was never the same again.
Should’ve gone to plank-savers!
I can’t stand it! I... CAN’T... STAND... IT.... I can’t bear the thought of people getting away with stuff. I don’t care! I don’t want to hear the sob story. I’m not interested in the details or the mitigating circumstances. I just can’t stand it when people who are clearly at fault, wangle their way out of trouble.