A love for unusual travel literature was one of the many things that made my grandfather Phelim famous in family lore. Though a voracious reader of almost everything, he rarely visited the Travel Writing sections of bookshops, uninterested in the tales of other people’s wondrous journeys. Instead he spent hours poring over a dog-eared … More Journeys of the Mind #2 The Peculiar Habits of my grandfather
Being a writer is something I have always wanted to do. When I was little, I used to spend hours telling myself stories. I lived in the worlds I made up for myself almost more than I lived in the real world; I travelled the paths of my characters far more than I travelled any … More Journeys of the Mind, #1. What to do when writing goes awry
Last night my Internet connection came back in my house, after a long spell away, which is partly why I am finally now sitting down to write a new blog post. Only partly though – mostly it is because it has just taken me this long to get my thoughts in order enough to produce … More The Ground Under Your Feet
This might sound a little weird, but I really like this kind of cold November weather. Last year in Ireland I remember November and December being strangely, inappropriately mild – actually warm at times, but damp and gloomy throughout. I absolutely hated it – I kept waiting for Winter to start, with the crisp, cold … More On Enjoying November – and How to Keep Warm
Baking bread has become my ritual. I bake bread when I am feeling upset and scattered and insecure (so every Tuesday.) When I was suffering with anorexia, bread was one of the many things that made me anxious – I would get a physical flutter of anxiety in the pit of my stomach at the … More Joy of Bread
First of all: Hello again. I have not written about anything for a rather long time, and now I want to do something different. Here is the story. About one month ago, I was sitting in the office of the dietician in my local hospital in Kilkenny. It was not the first appointment I have … More A New Project: Caring for my body in my own way.
I have been meaning to post this for quite some time and am only now, finally, getting around to it. I would like to write a couple of posts about Dublin, about those parts of the city that I have explored, the crinkly edges of it. Dublin is, I suppose, like many cities, a … More Odds and Ends in Dublin – At the Port
Last week my family moved house. The new house is beautiful – a little cottage in the countryside like something out of a fairy tale (see the photos below.) Nevertheless, moving was quite difficult, quite emotional, and one of those experiences that have forced me into learning a lesson I did not know that I … More On Leaving Home, and a Beautiful Breakfast