Most people believe we Irish are obsessed by drink. A nation who party and sing. Who know how to enjoy the craic. Well to a large extent you are correct. However that is not our real obsession. Nor is Religion, or Fighting. No, as a nation we talk 24/7 about the weather. I phone my … More A National Obsession.
How sad when a father and daughter, have difficultly communicating. Such is the situation in our home, that my youngest has begged me to write a post, in the hope her Dad will read it. For a number of weeks now, she has tried to speak to him, All manner of methods have been employed, … More Please listen Dad.
I went for a final walk with my friend today, and tried to say “Good bye”. We spoke at length on our two hour walk, and yet so much was left unsaid. She and her husband are leaving their home, and three of their children, to go to Dublin with their young son, for a … More Words unspoken
Throughout history there have been so many, who have done so much for my small nation. However as I sit here today, I wonder will my country ever really know, the sacrifice my family has made for it. Let me explain. For the past two years or more, I and my fellow Irish countrymen, have … More Ireland if only you knew what my family has done for you.
Men brave enough to ask their partners this question, I salute you. Men who dread asking this I suggest you read on. Isn’t it incredible that even to those we are closest to, we often cannot answer this honestly? Isn’t it strange that we can undress and reveal all to someone, and yet not be … More “What’s wrong?”
I am in my old home, the house in which I was reared. The place where I first knew love, and where I first hated with all my heart my brothers who drove me wild. And who I now love dearly. It is after midnight, and everyone is in bed. My own children tucked up, … More The tales a house could tell.
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Most of us when we are childless imagine the perfect child we will rear. We see children screaming and crying… We wont have one of them. We visit friends who tell us that their children dislike most foods…. Definitely not having one of them. Our children will…
Some people wonder is marriage worth it? Why would you commit to a lifetime with one person? Well those people were never married to me. In general I am an agreeable person, and usually happy. However to be married to someone who is always happy, would be a rather dull affair, so to ensure our … More My husband is so lucky he married me.
How old are you? Is it anywhere as old as you feel? When we were young our parents were old. Now we are parents when do we become “old”? The other day I was out with some people I know, and they were admiring my purple hair, (that was a post in itself titled “I … More When do we become old?
For over twenty years, without making a fuss, I have never left any of my children alone, with a man other than their father. Until three weeks ago. My youngest daughter, a very precious little lady to me, takes guitar lessons. Every week she goes to the house, of a most wonderful gentleman. I go … More Can I trust him with my child?
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