A week has passed. Realisation still comes slowly. We did this. The Eighth Amendment is gone. The women of Ireland have reclaimed our bodily autonomy. The shame is lifting. The moment of the exit poll being announced was surreal. Could it really be? Another, thunder stolen by the first, was…
“I’m a mother, a wife, a solicitor, a humanitarian aid volunteer. For a time I was an unmarried teenage mum. All of those labels describe me in part but don’t define me and none of them fully explain why I feel so strongly that we need to Repeal the 8th.”…
We’re four weeks away from a very important vote in Ireland, the vote to repeal the Eighth Amendment to our constitution. It’s too important not to talk about here. If repealed the effect will be that that equal right to the life of the unborn will be removed from our…
There were warnings. Lots of them. Joanna and Evelyn told us. We watched every bulletin and waited. It was coming. We bought provisions, bread (obviously), milk, chocolate, water, carbs, biscuits, vegetables to make soup, dinner things. By Tuesday excitement was high. Very high. Would Daddy make it home from London…
I moved to Limerick in September 1993, with two new pairs of Penneys’ jeans, some nice tops and not a clue about anything really. I’d never spent any time in Limerick until then and had no affinity for the place. It took me in, the city that’s a lady. I…
I’m still eating Celebrations and there’s a well lit tree in the corner of my sitting room so it’s fair to say that I haven’t quite leapt into 2018 yet. Before I do wave goodbye to 2017 fully I’m looking back over my blog life for the last twelve months,…
When my kids want to be cruel to each other they taunt by saying something really nice to each other and then say “I really mean that too, in an alternate universe that doesn’t exist”. Talking to my husband recently about our general life experience, about everyday things like walking…
I’m tired. Oh so tired. Nearly always. I’m tired of not getting enough sleep, and these days its more my own fault than the kids’. (Well, mostly, there still are nights that I wake up with a chubby foot on my neck and I wonder when she climbed in beside…
“What are you up to for the weekend?” This innocent question that I’ve asked and been asked every Friday, since well since I was old enough to have any control over my life at all, got me thinking. Time was, when someone asked I had plans for the weekend sometimes…
Some Mondays on my drive to work from my warm and comfortable home that I share with my husband and three children I choose to listen to something light, some rock tunes, or an audiobook. Today, I listened to Morning Ireland and found myself crying as I drove. Sometimes we…
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