It’s been a lifetime since I’ve written here… well almost a month. Christmas has come and gone and New Year has arrived and with it my New Year Resolutions. This year they are mostly writing related. I will start taking my writing more seriously. I will call myself a writer in public without whispering and … More Starting 2019 with an apology and some news.
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.
Five years ago I first dipped my toe publicly into writing and began this blog. The following year I decided to go to my first ever writing festival, Wexford Literary Festival. With trepidation I walked in its doors that first day convinced others could spot I was not a writer. After all, what exactly had … More Wexford Literary Festival.
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.
Here you go, another ‘It’s My Life’ story from my weekly column in the Irish Examiner’s Feelgood. My rather personal take on homework. The other day, in a moment of madness, I sat down to help my daughter with her ‘homework.’ This wasn’t what you’d imagine as she is not a pupil of any school, … More There I am in the paper #74
This day thirty one years ago the clock stopped at 9am and for a while so too did my world and that of my family, as the thief that was Motor Neurone Disease, robbed me of my dad. He slipped away with no fuss, no drama, exactly as he’d lived, his soulmate by his side. … More When time stood still.
As I sit down almost daily these days, to write stories from my past for my memoir, I am struck by how different each day is. There are days when I’ve no interest in exploring the darker side of my memory, the moments, days and even years of unpleasantness I’ve locked away. Instead I sit … More Why did you write that?
What a difference a few years can make. Three years ago you may recall, I posted a letter written by my brother, just a couple of weeks before the referendum here in Ireland on gay marriage. It was a difficult letter to read, but near the end it continued… “AND THEN LOVE ARRIVED. NEVER in … More At last!
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.