One thing leads to another

It all started after Christmas, though you could say it had roots as far back as my set dancing years more than two decades ago. In that end of year time of looking both inward and ahead, I decided another season had come to do something more for my writing, so one evening in front… Continue reading One thing leads to another

Baby It’s Cold

My first swim of the season was a Sunday evening after a weekend of prolonged travel because of a missed flight; bright white heat; a prom photo session with an unfamiliar camera in high contrast sun and shadow; and the first Father’s Day without my own father (and with the father of my children on… Continue reading Baby It’s Cold

Happy birthday to you…

Grief is marked by a long list of firsts: first day, first night, first Christmas, Easter, Father’s Day, walk in the park, board game, family dinner, on it goes. My father’s birthday was this past week and though we weren’t sure at first how to mark it, I think my sister and I nailed it… Continue reading Happy birthday to you…

Seasonal Change

Things are blooming much later in Ireland this year after our everlasting winter, so my joy was even greater when my mock orange blossomed before I left my back garden for the summer. The fragrance and the slightly bobbing white blooms remind me of the times I spent on a blanket underneath, with my babies… Continue reading Seasonal Change

One Family, One Dinner

Our teenage daughter, who is away at school for a semester, tells us she misses dinners at home. We feel her absence then more than any other time too. The banter just isn’t quite the same. I don’t think anyone (well, the one person, really) has fallen off their chair with laughter since she’s been gone.… Continue reading One Family, One Dinner

One City, One Book

A UNESCO City of Literature, Dublin’s bookish roots continue to flourish. An important aspect of this is April’s annual ‘One City, One Book’, an initiative from the city council and led by the public libraries, that encourages all of the city’s inhabitants to read the same book. Each year, the chosen book has a connection… Continue reading One City, One Book

Getting my Ducks in a Row

I often wonder: Why ducks? Do they like to be in a row? Should they even be in rows? There are differing ideas as to the origins of the phrase, including the obvious: ducks do walk in a row – think Mama Duck with her little ones following. Another, for those not much into cutesy… Continue reading Getting my Ducks in a Row