Writer, Filmmaker, Mother, Grandmother
When we were making the funeral arrangements for my dad's requiem mass and committal, Friday the 13th emerged as the first available date, but I didn't baulk at it. A date with such negative connotations was fitting. How could anything be positive on the day I would publicly say goodbye to my father? As it… Continue reading By God, the old man could handle a spade. Just like his old man.
This is PhD chat, but because my PhD thesis is autoethnographical, it is also entwined in the personal by both circumstance and design. In my last update about my writing journey, I spoke about how I wanted to be able to finish my last draft chapter before Christmas, in the hope of spending the first… Continue reading PhD draft. Breathe in, not out.
I posted the pictures below on my twitter (X) feed a few weeks ago, but a paper - that I could never support or read - lifted my thread and published it. For a while, it was the number one story online and as predicted when it comes to readers of a rag like this… Continue reading Al Fayed; an uncomfortable tale in pictures
It's been a while since I updated on my PhD journey. I may have mentioned that my ambition (intention...) is to complete the four year degree in two years. In theory, this means working full time - times two - every week, but this rigorous schedule is necessary if I am to submit at the… Continue reading 4 out of 5 aint bad
Summer has fallen and a ghostly swirl of orange, red and yellow leaves serve as a reminder that we are on the crest of another changing season. Winter will come, but there are still things to look forward to in autumn. October, as well as being the month my two beautiful children celebrate their birthday,… Continue reading October book launches
At the University of Stirling, the first year of a PhD is a kind of probationary period. This is in the sense that even though you are enrolled as a PhD student on a PhD programme, your status is not 'confirmed' and formalised until you have passed your first year. Passing involves submitting a 10000… Continue reading Another wee milestone in the PhD journey
I was nine years old when my granny died, but I vividly recall her funeral on Rathlin Island. My dad and, his brothers, carried Granny's coffin from the chapel down church brae to the cemetery at the church at the bottom of the hill, facing the sea. Back then, that journey was referred to as… Continue reading An island tradition; the beauty of saying farewell
It's been six months since we lost our mum. To the day. The 19th is a date that will sting for evermore. But although I say six months, it was longer in many ways. Jackie Kay, in Darling, writes: When smaller than her self,she seemed already to be leaving This line doesn't reference dementia, but… Continue reading “When smaller than her self”
It's time for some PhD chat. Yes, I am still working away on my PhD and still really enjoying it. I know there will undoubtedly be a period of stress ahead, but for now I'm delighted to be finding the experience such a positive one. I think as I'm working on subject areas that I… Continue reading Yip, I’m still writing that PhD..
I'm now four months into my PhD at Stirling (you can read more about my research here). It has passed quickly and it has been a challenging and rewarding time. For the first couple of months of my PhD, my mum was seriously ill in hospital. I tried to visit her every weekday - expect… Continue reading PhD life.
Margot McCuaig 