When I see the ice bucket challenge videos on line I sigh. For when I read #icebucket, I read MND. I read Dad. I read dying slowly. I read loss. This is my reality. This is what the Ice bucket challenge means to me. It was almost thirty years ago when my Dad first noticed … More What is the point of the ice bucket challenge?
What were you like when you were 20? What were your hopes and dreams? Was life good for you, and would you go back? Tonight I was challenged by Lorna who blogs at Irish farmerette to reflect on when I was 20, and from the moment I read the prompt I could not shake those … More Would you go back?
You have been gone now for over half my life, and yet there is rarely a day goes by without me thinking of you. Sometimes it is to remember something you said, or to imagine what you would think of a situation. Sometimes it is to remember days gone by, when as a child you … More Remembering you.
Today is the anniversary of the day I got married. We have defied the odds, and have managed to stay married, and even fond of each other, for over twenty years. I am allergic to writing a mushy post, and there are more than enough posts on this blog where I have laughed at yer … More To us.
Last night was a night like any other. There was no sign. No warning. We said ‘Goodnight’ and off she went, with the usual kiss and a hug. My twelve year old baby, now as tall as myself. I sat a while longer enjoying the peace, and a glass of wine. Eventually I called it … More When the last door closes.
In the wake of Robin Williams suicide many are asking why? Whenever I hear people ask this question, I am reminded of an elderly lady I nursed many years ago and how I learned that not everything is as we may see it. The lady I speak of was in her eighties. She was … More When suicide strikes we all ask why? Maybe we ask too late?
When I see your clothes left on the stairs, hear you giving out about my lost keys, or I smell the wet towel discarded by you in the bathroom, I think….. ‘Feck you’. When I see you empty the dishwasher and then reload it your way, or watch you put the tiniest remnants of … More When I think of you..
As the child of a strong willed, independent mother, I grew up believing that girls were as good as boys. I was also aware that many boys did not agree with me. In an effort to live as an equal in this male dominated world, as a child I suppressed any girlishness within me. I … More Are women in Ireland second class citizens?
A group of friends gather together and enjoy conversation, and craic, Catching up on happenings, we chat and laugh out loud. It is one of those nights, Summer holidays are upon us, and the relaxed atmosphere is evident. Then mid laugh, with happiness in my heart you catch my eye. I see you smile. As … More Where do you go?
I have been nominated for Best Blog Post in the Irish Blog awards for my post ‘What do you see when you’re looking at me?’. I am of course thrilled to be nominated and this post is one I am particularly happy with. For those who do not wish to press the link above, the post … More What do you see when you’re looking at me?
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