Sweet sixteen and never been kissed? No! I have kissed many times. All those times I kissed when we played catch and kiss on the road. Well, maybe they were only pecks, not like the way they kissed in the pictures. With their arms around each other, they would look into each other’s eyes, then lips lock. I suppose that is a real kiss.Read More
It’s been nearly two years now… And yet it feels like yesterday to me.Read More
Sitting in a hospital room is always a ghastly experience; everything right down to the smell seems designed to cause as much discomfort as possible. Today though, it seems so much more nauseating. I would get sick but it would take more effort than I could ever hope to muster.
I suppose for you to understand why I hate hospitals so much we have to go back to my childhood. I know that’s a cliché but clichés exist for a reason, there is always a certain truth to them. I had two loving parents and a younger sister. Like most Irish kids of the 1980s I was raised in a “Catholic” household, although mass was reserved for Christmas and funerals only. Today the Christmases seem to all merge together but it’s the funerals I’ll never forget.