Category Archives: Áine Greaney

One December night in the late 1980’s, a 24-year-old Irish kid stepped off a bus outside a Holiday Inn. The bus doors swished shut behind her, and, as she crossed that blacktop parking lot, her breath fogged in the freezing upstate New York air.   The Holiday Inn.  What a duh, uninspired name! Also, exceptContinueContinue reading “The Girl in The Holiday Inn by Áine Greaney”