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.
‘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.
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
