There’s a saying in Ireland: Ní saoirse gan saoirse na mban. It means ‘there is no freedom without the freedom of women’. Unless you live under a rock, or you’ve been on your holliers in outer Mongolia (do they have good broadband? I’ve no idea), you’ll likely have been aware of the abortion referendum in Ireland. I myself wrote a brief piece about it recently.
Early this week I was walking into a building to do a regular teaching job. I never got to the job. Instead I began a painful and scary week.
The 8th amendment. Jesus, you can’t go anywhere but someone is talking about it at the moment. It’s a topical issue. It’s an emotive issue. It’s a divisive issue.
Well hello there! How are you? How have you been? I feel like I should apologise for (yes, again, I know) dropping off the face of the earth there for a while. And I am sorry. I’ve missed having the chats and processing my thoughts and brain dumping on you. I have. But let me fill you in. Continue reading
So, as may be clear from my last few posts, I’ve been having a bit of a rough go of things. But if you know me at all, you’ll know I’m not one to wallow. And that I’m a sucker for a good cause. Continue reading
Hello there! My utmost apologies for the radio silence. All will be explained (sort of) below. Today’s post is a *serious post*. I apologise in advance if that’s not up your street, but mental health sometimes requires me to put my ‘serious Sarah’ hat on. Regular progamming will resume shortly. Cheers in advance for hanging on with me! Continue reading
Lads, I know the internet is FLOODED with Mental Health Day and Mental Health Week stuff. And the mantra ‘its ok to be not okay and it’s ok to ask for help’ has fused with public consciousness over the past while. And that’s all amazing. But I wanted to take a different tack with ye tonight. Continue reading