20th March 2017 Helen

Our house has gone serious 1980’s.  We’ve skipped the red lemonade, Wham bars and leg warmers and cut straight to the TV shows of my youth. We’ve officially gone retro with Netflix. First off the kid’s programmes. Like looking back at most things, there’s quite the gap between the cool and futuristic programmes of my youth and the hilariously garish reality thirty (really?) years later. He-Man – still rocks that unisex bob and is fighting the good fight to keep Eternia and Greyskull safe from Skeletor and his gang of slightly inept henchmen.  He still has not only the power but also both…

30th January 2017 Helen 2Comment

It was a busy weekend. There were visits from Grandparents, coffees with friends, lots of cooking and seeing off the end of snotty colds that have had us feeling miserable.  There was shopping and washing, widdles on the floor, fights, and a bit more washing. If was a perfectly unremarkable weekend – save the fact that it was set against the backdrop of the US travel bans that coincidentally affect the lives of many predominantly Muslim people. I am not a Muslim, don’t wear a hijab or any other symbol of religious custom – as I am, in fact, an atheist. I am white…

12th January 2017 Helen 14Comment

It’s the gap between Christmas and New Year’s. My husband is off helping his brother paint his new house. I am high on kilotonnes of sugar and overcome by the urgent desire to bin 92% of our household possessions. Setting aside all advice to opt for a lazy day I decide today is the day for a bit of multitasking: ‘having the fun’ and getting a few things off the ‘to do’ list. A dangerously ambitious list that includes such small things like: Dismantle the toddler bed Relocate secondhand Kura bed to the toddler’s room while pretending it is new Assemble one new large bunk bed for…

7th November 2016 Helen 12Comment

So back in May I quit my job with no clear plan what I’d do but with the luxury of having time to think The New Start through.  Or so I thought.As always in a small company, the race to the finish was frantic and it only really dawned afterwards that I wouldn’t be going back.  I think until that point it had all seemed a bit like heading on another maternity leave – but without a medical reason for having fat ankles and a large tummy. But by the time I packed up my desk in late July, I…

5th October 2016 Helen 6Comment

Tuntunterrah…. It’s World Breastfeeding Week. Of course while it’s a great thing to promote the most natural way to feed a baby, it’s a crying shame that it’s even necessary. But the millions of billions of cash spent by the formula industry undermining women’s belief in their bodies has done the trick and dedicating a week to encourage mammals to act like mammals is utterly necessary, so here’s my twopence worth. Again. On the experience and merits of breastfeeding, I speak as one who has retired from milk production.   Earlier this year, aged 23 months, my last baby was finally ejected from the milk…

20th September 2016 Helen

I like numbers – they make sense of things for me.  They show the truth about how things are.  Presented plain and simple they tell no lies – that part comes later when they are wrapped up in words. So here are a few numbers for you…. Over the last 35 years, over 166,000 women have travelled from Ireland to access abortion services abroad.  That’s roughly equivalent to the combined population of of the cities of Waterford and Cork. Today, like yesterday and the day before, more than 9 women left this Country to access abortion services. Today, like yesterday…