I’ve been writing on and off for The Irish Times for nearly 10 years. I don’t “practise gratitude” because, like assertiveness, that’s for Americans. But thank you; even if you read me just to comment “this is rubbish” under the articles on social media (I appreciate you CoRkBoI_69).
Here are the valuable life lessons I’ve learned in that time.
Grieving is full-time work
The best and worst writing job I was ever offered was to write my nephew’s eulogy. It was an awful honour, to be asked by my brother to tell the world one final time who his son was and what he meant to us all, before he put his baby into the ground in the smallest coffin I have ever seen and ever…