My Mother Was A Nun
Autobiographical Posts

My Mother Was A Nun

It’s true! My mother was once a nun. As a child, I gazed at the brittle black-and-white photo of her and a fellow novice in their stiff white habits – starched smiles and wimples – and wondered about her other life.

Sometimes, her other life came to visit… Continue reading

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A farm-girls reluctant farewell
Autobiographical Posts / Expat Life / Mental Health

A farm-girls reluctant farewell

Growing up on an isolated farm in rural Ireland, my childhood memories are largely happy ones. I spent most of my time playing outdoors. Comfortable in the realm of my imagination, safe in the brightness of the sunshine, things could have been idyllic but for the inexplicable holes and blanks in my child’s comprehension. Looking past the fresh air and freedom, all was not well in my world. Continue reading