18th May 2018 Helen 3Comment

Last week my only daughter – the one I call Yoda, turned 7. It’s a lovely age really. Young enough to still believe in both yourself and everyone else, and old enough to look for a little extra independence at every turn. I can remember when I was her age. 1983. The pinnies and itchy acrylic tights. The homemade haircuts. Getting my ears pierced in Dunnes Stores in Cornelscourt and fainting, only coming round long enough for them to do the second one.  And I also remember that year for the referendum on the 8th amendment. I remember the horrific…

17th May 2018 Helen 2Comment

Saturday the 26th of May 2018. What kind of day will it be? While everyone is concentrating on the 25th – the day we vote to repeal (or not) the 8th Amendment (that infamous provision that affords absolute protection of life to the unborn – regardless of viability, the pregnant woman’s wishes, or a threat to her health), my mind wanders to the day after.  The day the results will be announced. The day we prove what kind of people we are. My nearest touchstone is the day after the Marriage Equality Referendum three years ago. We were mid-house renovation…

6th December 2017 Helen

Disclaimer: The links below are affiliate links, meaning, at no additional cost to you, I will earn a commission if you click through and make a purchase. As usual the content and opinions are my own. These days it feels like you’d really have to dig deep to find positive news stories about being a woman.   We’re collectively painted out as one extreme or another – the broken victim or the shrill woman; the virgin or the slut; the wallflower or the provocateur. ‘Women’s sections’ of newspapers talk about thigh gaps – not pay gaps; telling us when we’re…

26th November 2017 Helen

There are little changes to the routine. Moments of relative calm. Fewer hands pawing at me. An occasional meal without a spill.  Less things to wipe.  Ever the optimist I feel hopeful. Hopeful that the madness of early childhood is coming to an end. Hopeful that the tedium that accompanies those early years is giving way to a different type of tedium – maybe even an easier one. Here are the 10 tells I’m an optimistic parent. 1. I’ve started buying the Weekend Newspaper. To childless me it was a given. Picked up on the way to brunch in the…

1st April 2017 Helen 14Comment

This Summer it will be 8 years since I had my first baby.  With the youngest just turning 3, this is the longest stint in nearly 9 years that I haven’t been pregnant.  Three babies in five years was – for the most part, a good plan. That said it was also tough.  I always expected the chaos of the first baby.  The reality of the second – and the juggling of two-under-two was surprisingly ok – which likely had more to do with two fairly easy-going personalities than my amazing skills as a mother.   The reality of the third has proven to both…

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…