A Mother’s Thoughts and Fears
It’s 630 in the morning, and outside, the sky is dark, but not so black as my mood. Carys is on her way to the children’s hospital in Dublin, and I’m sitting here, chain-drinking coffee while my heart… Read More
It’s 630 in the morning, and outside, the sky is dark, but not so black as my mood. Carys is on her way to the children’s hospital in Dublin, and I’m sitting here, chain-drinking coffee while my heart… Read More
I got long-listed for the third and final time by Fish… I’m not doing it again. Here is my story. They say that the fairy folk, the Sidhe, are wont to steal a human child, should they wish… Read More
All this week, Carys and I have been ‘coping’ with her new A.F.O’s. A.F.O’s are not to be confused with U.F.O’s, although lately, I’ve been wondering about that… Useless F…ing Objects, I think, is the more appropriate terminology…. Read More
It occasionally seems to me that some people think raising a child with special needs must be a romantic and heroic thing to do; they give you that look which says you’re doing something noble and good as… Read More
So, I’m not long back from the (almost)ย annual Walker pilgrimage to the Greek island of Kalymnos, and I’m reminiscing/reviewing the pros and cons of travelling with my special little CFC angel, Carys. As you undoubtedly know by now,… Read More