Essays

I write about life, loss, memory, place and the small things that often go unnoticed.

These essays begin with something observed, remembered or encountered — an empty house, an old photograph, a familiar place, an ordinary moment — and follow where it leads.

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1975, I Was Five

1975, I Was Five

The cottage, photographed in 1991.I ran over to the big plastic bag. Her long plastic legs with white shoes stuck right out from the top. “Mommy, she’s here,” I shouted as Daddy took the pram off the train. Mommy was carrying my baby brother and she found it difficult...

Vintage typewriter and writing desk at Valentia Lighthouse

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