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
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
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
Exactly at the time that I was getting into yoga and vegetarian food and not wanting to eat animals anymore, Colm was building up a sheep farm. Continue reading
Our odd socks problem is getting out of hand. They’re starting to mob us now.
Either I’m a genius or I’ll live to regret this. But there has been a marked dwindling in my three-year-old’s enduring passion for the word ‘stupid’ since this … Continue reading