Writer, Filmmaker, Mother, Grandmother
The snowdrops have blossomed in the garden. Their little heads are bowed, almost provocatively, so they are either shy or coy, regardless, they are breathtakingly eye catching so objective achieved. They don't need to straighten their neck and shoulders to catch us in the eye as they compel us to drop to our knees, the… Continue reading snowdrop valentine
This morning's news has made for harrowing reading. A glaring article in the Observer by Kevin McKenna examining the vast social and health inequalities in Glasgow, focusing on Cranhill, reveals the sheer scale of unacceptable deprivation on our doorstep. It's an in-depth piece charting decline back to deindustrialisation, placing some of the blame of the… Continue reading anything but quirky; finding a voice for women & children
It's spring in Ireland. It kicks in like clockwork on the 1st of February, St Brigid's day, the spring season running from February to April. I'm in Ireland to greet its impatient arrival, on Rathlin, at my home in Mullindress. And here it is, summoned, the spring peering from a burrow like a rabbit outthinking… Continue reading springtime on Rathlin
As part of Kerry Hudson's, Womentoring Project, I'm working with a fabulous mentee, Rhona Millar. This is not my story to share but I shall indulge a little without giving away too much about her journey. Recently she had an 'aha' moment. I'm borrowing this term from my former writing tutor, the amazing novelist Elizabeth Reeder.… Continue reading mentoring & breakthrough moments, aha.
It's day three of dad's incapacitation following his ankle break. A simple slip has resulted in a dramatic change to his lifestyle. It is a really awful thing to have happened to him, particularly as he's getting that wee bit older (and more determined to be able to do everything!) and he already has a… Continue reading broken ankle and welcome party.
I learned something yesterday, something important. You think you're prepared to meet your new grandchild for the first time. You play the scene in your head over and over, imagining how your heart will beat uncomfortably quickly when you see the round of his forehead, the soft fold of his chin, how your eyes will… Continue reading A new beginning
Harris. A captivating island in the Outer Hebrides. A town in eight different American states; a township in Ontario Canada and a village on the Island of Montserrat. A composer, a rapper, a rock band; a number of famous buildings, museums, schools and businesses. An impressive list. Yet there is no Harris more important than… Continue reading Harris, our story begins
It’s the crazy season, the one where we all embrace tradition with an affliction of heartfelt fondness and encourage one another to hug family and friends with the intensity that a year of neglect can demand. And all the while we are engaging in social gatherings and relaxing into pastimes that allow us to assume… Continue reading Christmas Capra
As 2014 draws to a close I look beyond the horizon and see 2015 waiting on the shoulder of tomorrow, its imminent arrival promising new beginnings and new life. I'll be meeting my grandson in a matter of days, or hours; moments that are hurdling the precipice of soon. He's doing well, thriving healthily in his mother's womb,… Continue reading The brilliant moon is rising
Hi, a very warm welcome to you. Thank you so much for visiting, I really do appreciate it. This is a new site. I've been blogging for a bit over on http://mjmccuaig.blogspot.co.uk/ but I wanted to try something different, source a wee creative space where I can talk (write) about my novels, past and present,… Continue reading Hello..
Margot McCuaig 