The feud began when Elby scurried out from beneath the sofa one evening and was startled to find me still sitting in my chair. I wasn't so much startled as horrified, but had I not gasped like a Victorian lady in need of her smelling salts, I don't think he would have paid me any mind.
A couple of weeks ago, we went round the roundabout twice as dad tried to work out how to get to the drop-off zone. Two hours parking in our hometown bought us a five minute drop off at the airport. It was a case of getting the bags out of the car, hugging him, then leaving. He didn't look back. I think I might have cried if he had.
An unusually chatty post featuring a potentially endangered brood of moorhens, the Irish Referendum results, the Duck Principle, and some odds and sods about writing and platform building. Not one you want to miss.
I don't want to play the victim nor the pity card and I don't care to draw moralistic lessons about forgiveness, suffering, or justice. I write this only because I cannot keep ignoring it. Quite simply, it is time to acknowledge out loud that it happened and it hurt. Because it did.
Run a quick search through your favourite search engine and you will find thousands upon thousands of articles listing The Top X Books of All Time Ever or X of the Worst Books Not Worth the Paper They're Printed On. They come in a crazy variety of categories including (but not limited to) Thriller, Romance, … Continue reading Five Books That Shaped Me As A Writer
** I wrote this piece when I was sixteen. It's a long read but it's one of the pieces that first made me realise just how powerful words are to make people feel.** The sky is carnival blue without a hopeful hint of cloud. The little white cross rests beneath a drooping … Continue reading The Greatest in the Kingdom
It was -7c in the night but now morning is here and the frost lies scattered like ashes. It's Thanksgiving Day. beat-beat-breathe. beat-beat-breathe In the early hours I held her hand, bones wrapped in bulging veins and parchment skin. She closed her eyes and asked me every thirty seconds of that blue-light half hour to … Continue reading Frost
Dear Grandad, I'll be honest, I don't know how to start this. We've never had a heart-to-heart. So I'll just write, honest and true and see what happens. Don't worry, it's awkward for me too. I guess I just want to write to you just to speak to you since you're so far away. Look at … Continue reading The Storyteller
Times have been tough and I just wanted to share one of my favourite passages with you. A lot of people go to the Psalms but I always find myself coming back here when I'm ready to lie down and give up: My soul still remembers And sinks within me. This I recall to my … Continue reading Then I Remembered…
Hi guys! Sorry I'm late. It's been busy. I started back at uni this week after the Christmas break and my mother has decided that it would be a great idea to start redecorating our hallway (it's a major job) and the same afternoon a couple phoned up asking to view the house. All in all … Continue reading Photo Challenge – Week 4