Monthly Archives: January 2018

#369 Life goes on

A number of years ago, when my dad was dying, everything stopped. Like pressing pause, everything in my life was put on hold when I got the call to come home. I had been living in Ireland for about a year at that point, so it was inevitable to a certain degree because I couldn’t…

#368 The long goodbye

Tuesday’s post was meant to be lighthearted and frivolous, however it was not to be. As they say – life (and death) is what happens when you’re making other plans. There was absolutely nothing light or frivolous about Tuesday, or Wednesday, or today (yes, it took me three days to write this). While dark and…

#367 Conversations with a threenager

I missed my self-appointed deadline yesterday to blog at least one a week by Tuesday evening, but in my defense, 2018 has kicked off in a spectacularly horrible fashion, and it just slipped my mind last night. However I intend to be as unforgiving to myself as possible. As there is a desperate need for…

#366 The gifts of friendship and the sacrifice of parenting

“I heard The Mister is back in Galway tonight. Are you OK?” “There’s a bottomless well of support, just so you know.” “G told me last night. How are you doing?” “You ok? I see a missed call. Phone has been dead for a few days. I heard about what happened. Is The Mister OK?”…

Day #364 Love Bombing

There are lots of terrible things about going through a crisis, but there are also a few silver linings, one of which is being reminded of how amazing your friends are, especially if you’ve been a little bit absent and stuck in your own little world lately between work and parenting and the holidays. We…

Day #363 The Waiting Game

You know what I’m talking about.¬†Everyone plays the waiting game. All the time. I’ve had cause recently to reflect on waiting and have come to the conclusion that there are many different types of waiting, but they all come down to a delicate balance of the same things: time, patience and discipline, and circumstance. On…