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.
Here you go another of my It’s My Life, columns in the Irish Examiner. It’s been a few weeks but yer man is featured once more. Where would I find my content without him? Isn’t it strange how we get used to the quirks of our home, the lock that sticks or the window that … More There I am in the paper #73
Here you go, one of my Irish Examiner columns. Hope at least one of you manage a smile. My apologies if you were disturbed last Wednesday around lunchtime, by a loud hissing noise, not unlike the air leaking out of a giant balloon. Don’t worry it was just me letting out my breath as my … More There I am in the paper #72.
My piece from my column in the Irish Examiner a few weeks ago was a little romantic tribute to yer man and myself on our 28th wedding anniversary. It was our wedding anniversary last week. For more years than I care to admit, yer man and myself have been married, and it looks like neither … More There I am in the paper #71
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.
With the Pope’s visit all over the news this week, there has been a lot of air time given to those who have survived clerical abuse in Ireland. The many women who were in Magdalene laundries, the children who were illegally adopted, those who were beaten and mistreated within schools and institutions and those who … More Words without actions are no use to anyone.
I’m back from holiday’s feeling refreshed, my mind filled with a hundred images of spectacular views which thankfully are hard to forget. Sometimes I wish I did social media more so I could share with others the magic of a small village in West Cork called Allihies on the Beara peninsula. For over twenty years … More Allihies… a little piece of heaven.
Today I wanted to post a very special post to my mum and dad. Yesterday was their anniversary. Sixty three years ago they made their vows, promising to love and cherish each other. As they danced that evening as husband and wife, their chosen song was ‘I’m walking behind you,’ by Eddie Fisher. Sadly for … More I know he is walking behind.
In between going to the beach, barbecuing, lying down in a dark room and melting, I’ve continued to write my weekly column, It’s My Life, for the Examiner’s Feelgood. I know ‘yer man’ is always popular, so here’s one mostly about him… and a lawnmower. You’ve got to love summertime, waking each morning hoping it … More There I am in the paper #65