The Lost Words 

Last night a big group of old friends, new friends, giggly pals and sunburnt buddies … Sat down around a table of candles, on a beach side deck, to play a hilarious board game. I went to get paper for everyone and handed out blank exercises books. Except.  One turned out not to be empty….

5 and Eternal. (Just like us)

2 days ago… it was 5 years since my family and the world lost my little brother. It has been a sad, difficult, heart-wrenching, aching, complex and bittersweet journey that I would not wish upon anyone. Although it is unfortunately something as humans, we will all be touched with one day or another. One thing…

Birds of a Feather

I have a tattoo on my arm. It is a feather. It is maroon and looks like henna. I got it on my brother, Cormac’s, 17th birthday. I have another tattoo on my back. It is Wilson’s name. I got that one because I wanted to keep him close. I decided on a feather this…

The Soldiers

Firstly, let me apologize if you think this post is a bit heavy. It’s not. It’s reality. And secondly, let me take that apology right back. Suicide is a taboo topic as it is. It took me a very long time to answer people’s questions as to how I lost my little brother. “My little…