I’d rather vomit slugs than name the truths of my experience of working at the National Museum of Ireland, but if I don’t do it I spend the rest of my life living with slug-like lodgers of my work-life past, … Continue reading
I discovered some words I threw down in a notebook, exactly two years ago this week: a vignette of my daughter Aoife in a nonsuch moment I wanted to preserve for ever and ever and ever Aoife and the sunflowers. … Continue reading
I was confused to read on the front page of the Tuam Herald Wednesday 22nd February that “Tuam’s Garden of Peace, the last remaining aspect of the town’s Mother and Baby Home, is being added to the Record of Protected … Continue reading
Once upon a time, I worked in a crumbling old archaic and beautiful institution*. Within its many walls, two worlds co-existed side by side, adjacent and sometimes overlapping, but utterly distinct and separate and unrecognisable from one another in character … Continue reading
There was once a woman who lived … on a hill…. she had so many photos she didn’t know what to do … I have possibly upwards of 100,000 digital photographs. They’re stashed on cloud storage facilities like Dropbox, OneDrive … Continue reading
An installment of Kettle Pictures – a gallery of the sporadic pretty moments as seen by my iPhone and me. These images below are from early 2016, when Spring crept in.
Saturday 14th May 2016 was my 37th birthday (yes, THIRTY-SEVEN), but this day was not about me. It was all about my daughter, Aoife (8). It was: “AOIFE DAY.” The idea for ‘Aoife Day’ came about when Aoife and I spoke … Continue reading