Who would be a woman?

Who would be a woman?

Society and the weaker sex When I was seventeen I was sexually assaulted at work by my male colleagues. I wasn’t shocked or surprised – it was something I’d been led to expect. When your own father calls you a “bitch on heat” it’s unremarkable when other men act as...
The Model School, Athy

The Model School, Athy

The sun sank lower in the sky, washing the space above our heads with pastel colours, like the lake on a still summer evening when it’s hard to tell where the water ends and the sky begins. We’d been to Meet the Teacher, or “Meet the Creature” as J’s teacher called it...
Choking on the memory

Choking on the memory

  # All it takes is for one of the kids to wrap their fingers around my neck in play and I’m transported back in time to the day a man strangled his daughter on the stairs of their home while her mother and siblings watched. # Because of a scarf…   # It was a school...
Why I Write

Why I Write

When I was young, books were an escape from an often difficult reality. Actually, no. “escape” is the wrong word. It implies I wanted to run away, and as a child, I wasn’t aware things could be different, so the desire to escape didn’t figure. Books were a way of...
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