Writer, Filmmaker, Mother, Grandmother
It's Hogmanay! Or for those of you reading this outside of Scotland it's New Year's Eve. Traditionally, in oor wee bonnie country, the last day of the year is spent preparing to say goodbye to the year past by welcoming in the next with a variety of cultural nuances that have regional variances but fundamentally deliver on the same… Continue reading Hogmanay & Handselling. Only in Scotland.
Whilst I am a character in this story, it's not entirely my story to share. Consequently, I'll keep the most intimate details out of the written narrative. The story? My beautiful, strong and determined daughter Siobhán gave birth to her gorgeous son, Ruairí Daniel Connolly at 18:19pm on the 7th of July. I was with Siobhán and… Continue reading I witnessed a miracle.
Sadly, my maternal grandparents died before I was born. I never had the opportunity to meet them or to feel their presence. I look at photographs of people I have never met and softly touch their faces, wondering how we would have connected, what our memories would have been had they ever existed. My paternal… Continue reading Our digital lives, post life. How do we want to remember?
I'm at Mullindress, my house on Rathlin Island. Foils of wind are picking up pace, their song setting sail to the clouds, galloping tresses chasing something in the distance, an epiphany or a fallen star, its intensity close and all the same far beyond my reach. My daughter is with me, her as yet unborn son sharing the view… Continue reading Stepping off the edge of life with the gift of life.
Margot McCuaig 