Loving and Leaving

My baby boy is joy. He is dancing eyes, mischievous cackles, steady hands and knees making a break for it up the stairs when I'm not looking. He is sneaking sidelong glances in my direction just before dipping his hands into the cat's bowl, triumphant upper body twist-dances with cat-food treasure in chubby hand. He…

The great escape

I quit my job. I said goodbye to the city. Goodbye to the cosy familiarity of work colleagues and the regular coffee spots. Goodbye to the ocasional lunchtime in Merrion Square or Stephen’s Green, to running to Marks and Spencers or Grafton St on my lunchbreak. Leaving my spot in the swell of people moving…