Yesterday was Father’s Day and for the first time in over thirty years I didn’t miss my dad, because this year he’d been joined by Mum. It felt different. Strange but definitely less lonely. Looking around old posts in a bid to recall thoughts and relive better times I found this one. How much of … More How much of any day do we really live?
MAY, PART TWO: FINDING THE RIGHT WORDS May 18, 2019 Over a year ago I attended a writing course aptly titled “The Inspiration Project,” the brainchild of Carmel Harrington, Hazel Gaynor and Catherine Ryan Howard. Safe to say, it changed forever how I think about myself as a writer as well as giving me focus and … More The Inspiration Diaries May. Part Two.
I believe it’s Mother’s Day in the United States today, so I thought there’s the perfect excuse to mention yet again my mum. However, rather than a maudlin post, telling you all how much I miss her and leaving everyone depressed, I thought I’d share one I wrote for and about my mum a few … More Happy Mother’s Day American Mammies. (And to my own lovely Irish Mum too)
Six weeks ago I left my life as I knew it. While the world continued to spin and lives were lived daily, my world stopped. Cocooned within the walls of our childhood home in Dublin, my family and I accompanied my Mum along her final path in life. No goodbye is easy, and a final … More Slowly emerging from the fog.
Here’s another of my pieces from the Irish Examiner. Me and Saint Anthony feature. I’ve spent a lifetime looking for things, my keys, my phone, my bank cards. In our early years yer man’s blood pressure soared when he’d hear me confessing to losing my Visa card and he’d immediately launch a frantic search, insisting … More There I am in the paper #79
The other day as I returned from a visit to our local supermarket, my head full of Christmas songs on a loop and my heart full of the excitement of these early days of the season, I opened my laptop and settled down to write. At least that was the plan, but I was easily … More The spirit of Christmas.
November 29th. A day without significance in my life for over four decades, until five years ago when it became the day when the force that was young Daniel left this life, hopefully for adventures somewhere new. Since then time has continued to tick by. My own children have grown up, some have finished school … More When all you can do, is just be there.
This day five years ago a small boy from our village was laid to rest having lost a short battle with unexpected illness. He’d been flown to England in the hope his life would be saved. Unfortunately it was not to be. Five years ago, on October 16th, his amazing mum and dad kissed him … More His name was Ben.
Everyday it’s in our news here in Ireland, what will happen if there is no deal on Brexit? Could we end up with a hard border between Northern Ireland and the rest of the country? Who cares? I don’t pretend to be up to date on the politics of it all but the word border … More The trouble with Brexit.
Last Sunday I went to mass. Not because I’m a good Catholic, but to stand beside a family who are hurting. One year ago, Elma, a kind, gentle, lady of tremendous strength died suddenly. She was a wife, a daughter and a wonderful mother. While a young mother’s loss is always enormous, this family were … More Remembering Elma.