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‘It took a full year after my dad’s death from Alzheimer’s before I could recall happy memories – the trauma of his final years was overwhelming’

“Every old man I see reminds me of my father when he had fallen in love with death”  atrick Kavanagh’s words are to the forefront of my mind as I’m walking through St Anne’s Park in Raheny, Dublin, one May morning. Although my dad has been dead for over a decade I’m hit by an unexpected… Read More »

Tiny Love Stories: ‘The Pink Was Wrong. The Name Was Too.’

What I Have Now Things I used to have: A tidy resume. Unfettered relationships. Nice hair. A paycheck. An almost complete disregard for anyone besides myself. A fully intact perineum. Steadfast opinions on child rearing. A self-regulating internal body temperature. A vague disdain for that mother who would “work from home” on Fridays even though… Read More »