I’m a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a citizen.
I live in a wonderful town on the east coast of Ireland where my grandfather arrived in the early 1900s as an orphan. St Patrick arrived here too some time before that and the natives stole and ate his goat. We are known as Skerries Goats. Stuff has happened to me and my family and instead of relying of someone else to tell our story I have decided to take ownership in this blog. I believe strongly in fairness and equity. I believe in honesty and integrity and I despise abuses of power in office. Worst of all I hate indifference to corruption. I will tell our story in a lighthearted way because what happened to us will not define us.
To hold a pen is to be at war. Voltaire