GAA Mum

I never expected that I’d become one of those competitive GAA mums who spend all weekend on the side-lines, screaming at their off spring, demanding more, berating the competition, and complaining about the Ref. Yet here I am, on a bitterly cold November afternoon, stamping my feet on the side of the pitch...

Negilgence

I’ve been negligent of my blog lately. That’s down to a whole rake of reasons, one of which is that I have been testing the rigour of my heart and judgement, and found both to be far short of being fit for purpose. Perhaps  had I been blogging regularly I would have picked up on the warning signs earlier?...

Widows Weeds

Wearing black to indicate mourning is an established practice in many parts of the world, although in some places, particularly Asia, they wear white, or even red and other bright colours.   It’s apparently an exclusively European tradition whereby widows remain in black til the end of their...