Pride stirred her awake. It gently coaxed her from a deep sleep and into a thoughtful doze. Her other half was downstairs making eggs, and she had already decided to wear black. Empowerment, solidarity, and strength were words that were with her that morning. They were good words. They made her think of her mother. … More Today, She glows.
Were you happy in 2016? Great, do that again in 2017. Stop saying you’re going to do things you really don’t want to do. Just stop it. We’re going to have enough eejits spewing nonsense our way over the next few months. Let’s just be true to ourselves, yeah? Here’s some shit that I’m not going to be doing this year.
… More 10.5 Resolutions I’m not Going to Make in 2017
In the midst of everyday working life, we’re deciding what to do with the money we make. Some of us don’t have plans; what comes in goes out, and that’s fine. I’m at an age where the majority of my friends have bought a house or are saving for a mortgage. And while I find it admirable that they have this goal and are working hard to achieve it, it’s not my life goal. … More I Save to See the World, Not to Buy a House.
‘I can’t get to the damn phone with all these toys on the stairs Claire! Get the kids to sort this shit out!’
‘Don’t shout at me, and watch your language. The kids don’t know what’s going on, don’t take your temper out on them!’
Andrew clings to the banister as he tries to navigate one toy at a time before jumping down the final five steps. Narrowly avoiding crushing a pirate ship and sending Peppa Pig to her untimely end, he makes it down. … More The Helpline
I have a love-hate relationship with writing. This thought woke me up in the middle of the night last night. I hate that. It gave me an idea for a story. I love that. My brain and I, we normally get along. I reckon it presents these paradoxes to me to keep me sane. Keep me thinking and wondering. Keep me in a suspended state of anxiety until I give in and jot the 3 am idea down in my notebook. … More One rookie’s tale of becoming a fiction writer.
Imagine growing up knowing that somebody created you for one single purpose: Destruction. Number 1156 off the assembly line, carefully moulded from steel and plastic, designed to be a weapon. To slice things into as many pieces as I’m told. To stab and tear apart something that was once put together with precision, just like me.
… More Split Personality
If you’re not from Ireland, you’d be forgiven for not being aware of the incredible movement that’s happening. I hope you’ve read about it somewhere or have a friend who’s told you about it. But I’m not sure it’s getting the amount of attention it deserves.
Irish women are fighting back. We’re standing up for our rights, our minds, and our bodies. … More Repealing the 8th: A Somewhat Different Perspective