I can't say I have ever turned to a book or site for writer's block but I know they exist. I imagine the former exist in their droves and have countless visits and impressive daily statistics. As for books I am also certain that on many a shelf there are copies of someone's advice on … Continue reading Bloggers Block. Like Writer’s Block But Less Marketable.
A curious mixture of current events and memories have blended together to create this post. Being in Ireland for a couple of weeks, a memory involving my boyfriend's first visit here to meet my family and the conversations they engaged in and the fact that Facebook turned fifteen sometime over the last few days, have … Continue reading Five Questions I’d Like To Be Asked.
What can I write about women that hasn't already been said? At least from my perspective women and womanhood have been in the news a lot recently, or perhaps that is just because I've been paying more attention. #metoo, the Irish abortion referendum, gender pay equality, trailblazing female writers, musicians and sports people - whether … Continue reading I Watched Crazy Rich Asians And I Have A Thing Or Two To Say About Women.
Something a bit different from me today as I attempt to diversify my blog and keep people on their metaphorical toes. Or your actual toes should you find my writing that riveting. A friend of mine once reacted in disbelief when I said that I would seriously consider Botox for the inevitable forthcoming wrinkles. I'm … Continue reading If Someone Offered You The Chance To Remain In Your Twenties Eternally, Would You Take It?
Long gone are the days when I would be asked what I wanted for Christmas and even longer gone still are those when I wouldn't even wait to be asked but instead strike pre-emptively with a list for Santa Claus. Looking back I can't help but raise an eyebrow at my thirteen year old self … Continue reading My Sexy Adult Christmas Wish List.
In the last number of years I have come to lower my tolerance for bullshit to zero. It is most likely a result of the passing of the years and included in the new life policy is a refusal to accept the word which threatens to upend any sense of decorum I might possess: fake. … Continue reading December 25th is a Tuesday.
I write from Paris and from the family home of my boyfriend, where the television runs at a near constant and where, whenever it hums out news or special emissions regarding the Gilets Jaunes, everyone slowly trickles in from wherever they've been in the house to watch. From my village in Ireland I laughed at … Continue reading My French Boyfriend Thinks the Gilets Jaunes Are Right. What Do I Think?