Oh dear, I’m traumatised. What happened I hear you say? (I have a good imagination). Well as I was happily going about enjoying last Friday night, I received a facebook message that stopped me in my tracks. It was from the husband of one of my oldest friends. She lives in the US and … More I’ll give vlogging a skip.
Mothers of young babies, toddlers and ‘kids who should know how to sleep but don’t’, are you tired? Is your life one long interrupted night? Have you forgotten what it feels like to sleep a full night? I sympathise with you. Babies and young children are wonderful, if only they came with some sort of … More Hang in there.
Today as I type this I am smiling a secret smile. As I cook the family dinner, I smile. As I tidy up or listen to my crew arguing, I smile. No one sees my smile. Nor do they see me look at the clock regularly. On occasions, the secret smile breaks out, and for … More The truth behind my secret smile.
We lived in 108. A semi detached house at the top of the hill. Our road had houses on both sides, and was lined with cherry blossom trees. We were the last house on the hill. Across the road from us was an abandoned green area, of uncut grass, weeds and rapeseed. At the very … More To you little brother, my forever friend.
Last night you were celebrated in the local GAA club. You would have really enjoyed it. €6000 was donated in your name to the Cork Leukemia Association. That makes over €25,000 raised in your name so far. All your football team were there. All except one. Those boys are growing up before our eyes, even … More Celebrating your memory.
I recently sent out an invitation to all who read here to send in a letter they would like to write to someone. I have received a great variety of letters, such as letters of love, regret, loss, hurt, confessions and secrets. I will try to publish them in a way which will demonstrate that … More Series of Letters . Letter 1.
Is it possible to be in two places at one time? Am I really where my body is, where people can see me, touch me and speak with me? Or am I where my mind is? Over 200 km away by my friends side. Holding her hand, giving her a hug. Sitting beside her as … More I hope you know.
As I write tonight it is with great sadness. My young warrior friend is seriously ill. Words fail me to adequately say what I feel. I wasn’t going to post, but now on a whim I would like to. I have over the past months kept all my posts, which featured my little friend, together … More Words Unspoken
Would you think about minding my daughter? A simple question, asked by an acquaintance, twenty years ago. My answer “Yes”, was the best decision I ever made. For that was the beginning. The start of my relationship, with a very charming two year old, and another little lady yet to appear. Their mum worked full … More The highs and highs of being a childminder.
What do you do, when every day it seems, that life is raining on you? Day after day, no sun shines. The world is filled with grey skies, and the darkness of night comes early. For weeks you wake up thinking, today the sun might shine, only to discover, that another storm has come, and … More A post from the shore to a friend in rough seas.