Category: Life
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From Bully’s Sign to Granny Frass’s Screams…
From Bully’s Sign to Granny Frass’s Screams, How Blogging Became My Unexpected Therapy.. It’s kind of funny when I look back at how this whole blog started. Honestly, if you’d told me years ago that a crudely planted sign right outside my door, courtesy of Bully, would be the thing to finally set my bottled-up…
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Hindsight is the Foresight of a Gobshite…
You ever notice how some people are absolute experts on your life after the fact? You could be standing in the smouldering ruins of a disaster of epic proportions, be it a relationship, a job, a family feud, or one of those “Sure, it seemed like a good idea at the time” moments, and there’s…
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A Field Full of Sheep and Me…
I wasn’t planning to write this today.But you know how those daily writing prompts sneak up on you? Today’s question is, “What bothers you and why?”, and well… turns out the writing prompt works. Who knew? 😂 It got me thinking more about the things that used to bother me, the things I’ve let go…
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When Land Isn’t Just Land…
When Land Isn’t Just Land: Inheritance, Dementia, and the Old Irish Wounds We Carry… There’s a strange heaviness that comes with family inheritance. And it’s not the paperwork or the solicitors or the bickering over fences and sheds.It’s something older. Something heavier. Something no one warns you about. If you’ve lived it, you’ll know what…
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Bruised, Brilliant, and Still Here…
Well, now, would you look at the state of it! Life’s a right messy, scheming hoor some days, isn’t it? One minute you’re flat-out minding your own business, thinking you’ve finally got a handle on things, maybe even feeling half-decent about yourself, and then, bang, the universe decides it’s time for another round of ‘let’s…
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Check Your Balance: The Quiet Economy of Your Soul…
The Soul Bank: Check Your Balance… A friend of mine from California rang me this morning. Now, she’s one of those people who’ll have you howling laughing one minute and rethinking your whole life the next. And this morning, she casually dropped a line that’s still rattling around my head: “You’ve got to mind your…
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Things I’ll Never Forget About That Morning…
The Stranger at The Funeral – Part 1… The Morning of Dad’s Funeral .. It’s strange, the things you remember from days like that.Not the eulogies or the hymns, but the little things. The things that shouldn’t matter, but somehow do. The morning of my Dad’s funeral, I lay in bed listening to Fanny and…
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I’m Here. It’s Messy. And That’s Okay…
Follow up to my last post : Found Out Like a Stranger.. Some days, life blindsides you. You’re pottering along, minding your business, and then something comes hurtling out of nowhere and smacks you straight in the heart. The other day; was one of those days. I found out my aunt died and was buried…
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Found Out Like a Stranger..
Found Out Like a Stranger… I am angry and sad tonight. I need to vent.. Tonight, I was talking to my neighbor about a death in his family, and while looking up the notice, I found my aunt’s death notice. My actual aunt. My uncle’s wife. A woman who was part of my childhood. She…
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The Childhood I Forgot…
The Childhood I Forgot (for a Reason)… People talk about their childhoods like photo albums. Clear pages filled with birthdays, holidays, games and laughter. Mine? It’s more like fog. Whole chunks are missing. It’s not that I don’t remember anything, it’s that what I do remember, I remember too well. And most of the rest?…