Do you remember my old pal Denis, who emigrated from Ireland to England earlier this year aged 83? Well I have found it hard to forget him, (his story is here). Not a day goes by when I don’t think of him in some way. I pass his house and ache to call in. I … More Just call me ‘Nancy’.
I took part in a writing challenge during the week, to write 200 words on ‘Home’. I adapted an old post about not asking for help, and this is what I came up with. Home. As a child I lived in a happy home, five children, loving parents and a dog. Life was all it … More Home
I live in a christian country surrounded, in the majority, by friends who have great faith, a faith which has carried them through on the darkest of days. I live with a man who enjoys his catholic religion, and who cannot imagine a life without it, who possibly believes that deep down I actually believe … More I don’t believe in God, so what do I believe?
What do you think of when you think of Easter? Chocolate, religious celebrations, fine weather? I do too, but each Easter I also spend a bit of time remembering the reason I live in freedom. It may not be the popular thing to do, but each year I remember the Easter rising of 1916. I … More There is another side to Easter In Ireland.
Help. I can’t write. I can blog, but I can’t write. I can sit here on ‘my thoughts on a page’, and many possible posts come into my head. I’ve heard of writers block but here on my blog I’ve no experience of it at all. Writing here is something I really enjoy, and look … More Is this what writers block feels like?
Some of you may remember me writing how I gave my children a special gift when they were born. Not your ordinary shop bought gift but a special one from the heart, a gift I assure you they have never appreciated, but I still love. What did I give them? I gave them a song. … More Where have you gone my little one?
As I’m exhausted I thought writing something mildly amusing would help. This is a true story which happened quite some time ago. I was a student nurse who had recently returned from a holiday abroad and was wildly in love. The object of my love was living a long train journey away. So one Friday … More Dublin city girl meets ‘the country’.
I promised you one of my stories. Well here you are. This was written in response to a prompt in a writing group I am part of on facebook called Imagine, Write, Inspire. The prompt was a true story… Every year on the same day, a bunch of 6 red roses has been delivered anonymously … More Red Letter Day.
On occasions over many years, my children have referred to friends of mine saying, “she’s a real mom”. I have never been insulted as I know exactly what they mean. However today I opened that poxy internet glimpse into peoples lives that is facebook, and I saw this from my online friends. Firstly Life on … More What sort of a mother am I?
Maybe it’s an Irish thing I’m not sure, but I find it hard to ask you to take the time to nominate me in the Irish Parenting Blog Awards. They are on in April and the nominations will be accepted up to the end of March. There are only eight more days left so here … More A begging post.
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