Our little boy walks to school and beyond
The built-in loneliness of parenting hit me as I watched our boy walking to school
Category: Personal
Soul murder with a seven-iron
My anxieties play out unexpectedly n the middle of a solo round of golf
The King of the Castle goes down
Forbidden to even visit Loughmore Castle and Dad catches me shouting from its highest point
Big city Christmas with Daddy the Grinch
Magical for us kids — less so for our dad!
Things that go grump in the night
“You never look at your own part in all this”, my daughter snarls
To Passchendaele and back for my darling daughter
A short-cut through a muddy field proves disastrous
The last great blaze of a fading autumn (first draft)
“ What the fuck does he want?” The familiar low-arsed heft of coach Hauley O’Brien was silhouetted against the gatheringContinue Reading
Thread Softly – You Thread On My Words
Just let my writing stand, these black words on a white screen
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