..because the thoughts that fall, kicking and screaming from my head need a safe place to land..
So the day has come already. I’ll be leaving Ireland to fly home to NY. I’ve missed home all the time I’ve been here and I’ll miss here the minute I go. It’s always a worry leaving an older parent because.. you know. It's been a lovely two weeks, both here and in Tenerife and … Continue reading Headin’ home..
I’ve realized a lot of things on this trip to see my Dad, not all of them great! He’s turned into a Mister Magoo with Tourette’s while driving for instance. How I’m still alive, well - I just don’t know! I now know this: I remember more prayers than I ever thought I knew They … Continue reading Driving With My Dad
I'm here safe and sound in Galway having just shovelled as much tea and soda bread down my neck as humanly possible! We're heading across country to Dublin shortly and then flying to Tenerife tomorrow. So far it's been Saturday in New York, Sunday in Galway, Monday in Dublin and Tuesday in Tenerife. I don't … Continue reading If it’s Monday it must be Dublin..
Yes you guessed it. Another story from Ireland - because frankly, where else could this stuff go down? So it was a Saturday night and we were off to Ballygobackwards to see a really great local band. There was me, Titselina Bumsqueak and my cousin, Saoirse* O’Milk all glammed, glittered and nearly scuttered with the … Continue reading The Gig, the Jig and Stealing a Hearse
You can always tell a Donegal chap by his parsimonious use of words. No, “you’ve got nice eyes”, “can I buy you a drink” or even that toe-curling old chestnut “do you come here often?”. Oh nooooo. The mating seasons too short for that Miss Manners how’s-yer-father in Donegal. Those young feller-me-lads are straight to … Continue reading In Which The Girls Ventured Forth…
Although I was born and raised in England, I spent large portions of my life in Ireland. My parents moved there and built a house when they retired so that’s where I go to visit my Dad these days. My Dad has always been somewhat deaf but it’s worsened with age to the point where … Continue reading The Ho-Er at Moher..
Bitchin’ in the Kitchen 