Private. Keep Out.

I wonder do many people keep diaries nowadays? What with social media encouraging us to share our everyday lives online and the lack of penmanship, I suspect the numbers are few. I began a diary six weeks after my dad died and wrote in it for over 25 years. It was a place to vent … More Private. Keep Out.

Happy Mother’s Day American Mammies. (And to my own lovely Irish Mum too)

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)

His name was Ben.

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.

Remembering Elma.

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.