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?
My mother is in her eighties, and is still capable of great mischief. Every Summer, up to a couple of years ago my Mom and her best friend Mary, kept foreign language students for a month in their homes. They usually kept two female students each, who ranged in age from 14 to 16 years … More Some people never grow up.
Do many of you use facebook to promote your blog? Up to a few months ago I had about ten friends on facebook, and they really were my friends or family, and a few fellow bloggers who took pity on me when I asked them to ‘like’ my page. I really didn’t ‘get’ facebook. I … More Will you be my friend?
I was thinking today of my Dad. He left this world over twenty years ago, and even though our time together was short he has been a major influence on my life. He was kind, caring, thoughtful, and above all wise. If I were to think of one piece of advice he left me it … More What is the best advice you have ever been given?
For anyone who is my facebook friend, you will have read today’s status update, Picnic packed, dog packed,kids ready. Dress code shorts. Off on West Cork mystery tour. Only problem is I’m the driver and I’m pretending I know where we are going, when in fact I’m just winging it! So where did we go, … More We’re off on a West Cork Mystery Tour, you are welcome to join us.
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