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Blogging, Guest Post, Health, Health Activist Writer's Challenge 2013, Northern Ireland, Social Media, television, Themes of Childhood, Themes of childhood, Type 1 Diabetes, Writing
swap shop in the blogosphere
In the mid-1970s, I was a bored teenager, convinced there was nothing to do on a Saturday morning in Antrim. But if the recent activity on the Olde Antrim Photos Facebook page is anything to go by, we had the kind of extended childhood we hope for our own children. If the weather was fine, we played rounders and football,…
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Fiftieth Birthday, Hair, Health Activist Writer's Challenge 2013, Memoir, Memoir, Memory, Northern Ireland Culture, Poetry, Seamus Heaney, Seamus Heaney, Soundtracks of our Lives, Themes of childhood, Themes of Childhood, Writing
’emotion recollected in tranquility’ . . . sort of
I find writing neither quick nor easy. So elusive are the ideas and then the words to attach to them, I may as well be divining for water. Although I signed up for this 30 day Writer’s Challenge voluntarily, it feels a bit like cruel and unusual punishment some days. Like today. It is Day 13 of the Health Activist Writers…
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Birthdays, Blogging, Consignment Store Shopping, Diary, DREAM Act, Fashion, Fiftieth Birthday, Hair, Health Activist Writer's Challenge 2013, Memoir, Mother Daughter Relationship, Northern Ireland, Poetry, Social Media, Teaching, The Troubles, The Troubles, Themes of Childhood, Writing
hindsight & happy birthday
For the 12th day of the Health Activist Writer’s Challenge, I’m supposed to take a trip back in time to the person I was on the day of my cancer diagnosis. What would I say to her? Cancer. When I heard it got me, I wept as though I had just found out someone dear to me had died. Inconsolable initially,…
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Blogging, Breast Cancer Awareness, Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Breast Cancer Treatment, Culture of breast cancer, Health Activist Writer's Challenge 2013, Memoir, Memoir, Pink Ribbons, Themes of Childhood
the “human” resource ~ star stuff
The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of star stuff. Remembering the first time I saw it, nebulous and bright white on a screen in my doctor’s darkened office, the cancer makes me think of…