Writer, Filmmaker, Mother, Grandmother
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.
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
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
Margot McCuaig 