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…

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…