Yesterday was Father’s Day and for the first time in over thirty years I didn’t miss my dad, because this year he’d been joined by Mum. It felt different. Strange but definitely less lonely. Looking around old posts in a bid to recall thoughts and relive better times I found this one. How much of … More How much of any day do we really live?
MAY, PART TWO: FINDING THE RIGHT WORDS May 18, 2019 Over a year ago I attended a writing course aptly titled “The Inspiration Project,” the brainchild of Carmel Harrington, Hazel Gaynor and Catherine Ryan Howard. Safe to say, it changed forever how I think about myself as a writer as well as giving me focus and … More The Inspiration Diaries May. Part Two.
Do you have dyslexia? Do you worry your child might? Well this post contains the homework of one of my two children who have dyslexia. It is from a number of years ago when my little one was ten years old. It was a time of uncertainty in my world, when I wondered how they … More Dyslexia… it’s not as bad as it sounds.
I wonder do many people keep diaries nowadays? What with social media encouraging us to share our everyday lives online and the lack of penmanship, I suspect the numbers are few. I began a diary six weeks after my dad died and wrote in it for over 25 years. It was a place to vent … More Private. Keep Out.
I believe it’s Mother’s Day in the United States today, so I thought there’s the perfect excuse to mention yet again my mum. However, rather than a maudlin post, telling you all how much I miss her and leaving everyone depressed, I thought I’d share one I wrote for and about my mum a few … More Happy Mother’s Day American Mammies. (And to my own lovely Irish Mum too)
Grief… when a kind friend gives you a gift token to buy a plant or tree to celebrate my mum’s life and I pick up the phone to tell my mum about it. Grief… when you live a life based on this time last month or last year. Grief… when the pain of looking at … More The Price Of loving… Worth Every Tear.
Six weeks ago I left my life as I knew it. While the world continued to spin and lives were lived daily, my world stopped. Cocooned within the walls of our childhood home in Dublin, my family and I accompanied my Mum along her final path in life. No goodbye is easy, and a final … More Slowly emerging from the fog.
Each one of us know women who have had a profound effect on our lives. For many it was a mother, a wife or a sister. While I too celebrate having an amazing mother in my life, today I’d like to share with you a woman, who I have never met, but who helped change … More International Women’s Day. I celebrate Lavinia.
My column from last weeks Irish Examiner. I’m not exactly Marie Kondo. Last week I pressed ‘send’ to an email, before immediately regretting it as I walked into my kitchen. I’d just arranged a meeting with someone who’d never been to my house and my messy kitchen didn’t strike me as visitor friendly. With twenty-four … More There I am in the paper #83
Today we are celebrating the birthday of our youngest. A whirlwind of joy and happiness. The full stop in our family and in many ways the glue which keeps us all together. I could wax lyrical about all that she is, but what seventeen year old would thank you for that? Instead, I will remember … More To you, my brown eyed girl.