Category: Thoughts
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Apron strings
I only really remember one harsh time when I noticed being set adrift by my parents and I was already eighteen! My dad dropped me off at the student halls of residence in Glasgow, shut the door behind himself and. just. left. My heart dropped. Now I see his probably did too.
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Don’t like the sadness
So you’ve probably seen two titles listed on my home page that are ‘pending’. I looked at them both today, and felt so depressed reading them I’ve realised something. The reason I write is to find and bring light into a mainly dark world. It may be that that aim will never get me published,…
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Pink hair
She pulled her flowery handbag further up her loose-skinned arm, and fished out a squashed box of cigarettes. Her daughter, shaved head set defiantly forward just like her mum’s, looked at nothing. They were both dressed with nostalgia for the idyllic childhood they had never known: the mother in dyed pink hair and faded lilac…
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The wild wood
It was a dark, terrifying place a fair walk away from the house in Donegal. My brother used to go there for an adventure. I never went, and perhaps for that reason, it became even wilder in my head. Foolishly I thought if I refused to go there, its skin-tearing brambles, suffocating bracken and dark…
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Waiting for a rescue
This morning I said out loud what most just keep to themselves, ‘I wish someone would just tell me to lie back down and they’ll take care of everything.’ Of course I got up. Sitting here at the end of most busy things, I’m reminded about something…that full-on take-over rarely happens. But. Through every tough…
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Walking in the sun – a sneak peek
My latest book, Walking in the Sun is now available for download on Kindle. Rachel is leaving all she knows to live in Nice, France for a year. When she accepts the offer of a studio in an apartment block she has no idea how much her life is going to change. Pulled into a…
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An unwelcome beginning
Florence stared down at the tarnished key shaking in her hand. Her mother watched her, lip curled. “So that’s all he’s giving you then. Nothing else.” She spat out the last two words, tutted and left. There was a hastily scribbled note beneath the key. Here’s the key to my flat. You know the address.…
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Giants trapped in a small world
I was at one of the best weddings last weekend – it was a joyful start to a new chapter for the bride, after so much pain. We were on the edge of the beach, close to the sea. There was delicious food, good music and lots of happy reunions. I noticed something though, perhaps…
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My little parables
Last week was a time of separation, disowning, distancing and many many words. The few that were directed towards me suggested that my mind was incapable of complex thinking, and could only manage these basic blogs I write most weeks. At one point in my life, my head was full of academic thinking, but now,…
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Behind the grey
I was at a place at the weekend that I’ve never been before. I can’t describe it to you, because almost all off it was covered in sea mist. I can tell you there were dunes, sand, and a few metres of sea, but that’s all. It was a gentle, mystical, forgiving seaside, and I…
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