Professor’s Pen #5 – A Letter to Doctor Mary Ryan

As part of Motley’s celebration of International Women’s Day, we have delved into the rich academic life of our female teachers here in UCC. In this series some of UCC’s most impressive leaders pen letters to Mary Ryan, Ireland and UCC’s first female professor. Our fifth and final letter is from Dr Angela Flynn, School […]

Professor’s Pen #4- a Letter to Dr Mary Ryan

As part of Motley’s celebration of International Women’s Day, we have delved into the rich academic life of our female teachers here in UCC. In this series some of UCC’s most impressive leaders pen letters to Mary Ryan, Ireland and UCC’s first female professor. Our fourth letter is by Dr Denise Gabuzda, representing the school […]

Professor’s Pen #3- A Letter to Dr Mary Ryan

As part of Motley’s celebration of International Women’s Day, we have delved into the rich academic life of our female teachers here in UCC. In this series, some of UCC’s most impressive leaders pen letters to Prof. Mary Ryan, Ireland and UCC’s first female professor. The third in our series is Dr Miranda Corcoran’s thought-provoking […]

Professor’s Pen #2 – a Letter to Dr Mary Ryan

As part of Motley’s celebration of International Women’s Day, we have delved into the rich academic life of our female teachers here in UCC. In this series some of UCC’s most impressive leaders pen letters to Mary Ryan, Ireland and UCC’s first female professor. Representing the school of Business and Law, Professor Mary Donelly pens […]

Honour Thy Father: at What Cost?

As part of Motley’s Celebration of International Day, Imasha Costa looks at the notion of honour in South-Asian culture.  Honour. The first thing that might come into your mind would be that of upholding a promise. However, honour holds a deeper meaning within South Asian traditions. Honour, presented by a patriarchal dominance, holds the community […]

A Letter to Pat Kenny

03/03/2021 Dear Pat, I woke up this morning to day 355 of covid-19 restrictions, the groundhogesque feeling arising through the knots in my stomach and the invisible weight that sits on my chest. The same day to live. Again. And Again. And Again. I opened up my laptop on the desk three feet from the […]