The mould that makes you shapes you forever.
Category: Autobiographical Posts
Growing Up Girl: Sexual Assault As Standard
As the world opens up for men it shrinks for women, to a space the exact size of your body and no more. Because, first and foremost, a body is all you are.
A Book, a Bereavement, and a Betrayal
One day, I reached for it and it was gone…
Grandad’s Ghost, or, How To Fuck Up A Funeral
Time, so boundless at first blush, is a shrinking prison, and it now seems to me ever more important to know the truth, to render the furrows ploughed into memory as accurately and authentically as possible.
How else can you know who you are?
An Apologist’s Apology
Instead of building intercultural bridges as I imagined, I was adding my bricks to the prisons so many are walled up in by their own communities…
The Question
My mother sat me down at the table, “I think you’re old enough now to understand… your father’s not well”
“D’ya like dags?”
The dogs in my past are bound forever to the struggles or deceptions I faced at the time…
Freedom & Fear – two sides of the same coin
The most important kind of freedom is to be who you really are. Expose yourself to your deepest fear. After that, fear has no power. But does it ever go away?
That Laugh
As I waited for the punchline that never came I was suddenly, brutally aware I was sitting next to a man I didn’t know…
In My Other Life I’m A Cowboy
Ever since my imagination was captured by a children’s western running on Irish TV in the early eighties, I wanted to be a cowboy…