Another installment from my column in the Irish Examiner. Writing it only reminded me regardless of any new year resolutions, there’s little chance I’ll ever be a ‘good’ person. Just ask my brother. How many times a day must I remind myself that it’s been 2018 for twelve days already? Thank goodness we are no … More There I am in the paper #48
This year I’m married 25 years. After all that time how can you be sure you are still much loved and not just a convenient friend who is always there? Well the other day I put our 25 year marriage to the test. Let me tell you the story. Last Tuesday at 6.30 pm I was … More He loves me. He loves me not?
Yes, there are some things I did as a younger me, which perhaps I would not be overly proud of today. I would like to think I am not the only one. I was a bit of a ‘devil may care’ individual when I was younger. Someone who, here in Ireland, we might call ‘a … More I can’t believe I did that.
Letter ten in “a series of letters”, is a letter of confession. A shocking secret, which the writer has had to live with for many years. It was written by Married with Aspergers Dear [wife], There is something I have kept from you for nearly ten years now. A secret. Something that I fear could … More A series of Letters. Letter 10.
Have you a letter in your head you would like to write someone? A letter of confession, or regret? A letter to a loved one here or passed away? Tonight I was wondering about what I would like to write my post on, when I had a thought. Quite some time ago I was following … More A series of letters.
In case you have just arrived blindly to this post, I am updating bloggers on my health and well being, since informing my husband, that the car had an “accident”. The afternoon was not pleasant. I checked quite regularly but the car remained just as damaged every time I looked. I tried to trivialize it with my … More Testing Love (3)!
We all have secrets. Some are major. Some minor. Today is the day I have elected to reveal a secret I have kept for many years. When I was nine, my younger brother was seven. He was the cute one, the sweet one, the everyone loves, kind of one. I was more the conniving, whinging, … More I Confess. And I’m Still Not Sorry!