Standing in the queue for a sandwich at lunch-time, I notice that everyone is looking at their phones. I don’t mean that I just noticed this today – it’s the same every day. I stand in the queue, looking at people looking at their phones, wondering idly what they used to do
Once upon a time, there were people who became artists and writers and entrepreneurs, and then there was everyone else who watched from the sidelines. People who worked in banks and hospitals and estate agents and supermarkets. People who made career decisions at sixteen or seventeen; who put aside creative
The barefaced selfies that are sweeping through Facebook and Twitter have generated much debate – some have questioned the whole idea, citing vanity as an objection, but it has raised hundreds of thousands of euro for the Irish Cancer Society so it’s hard to see how it can be bad
This is a post for any first time or expectant mothers out there; some tips that I wish I’d known when I was having my first baby six years ago. Information is power – that’s an inarguable truth. But where to get the information? How do you know if it’s the right information?
I check my phone – the top bar is lit up with little symbols that meant nothing two years ago but mean a little more than they should right now. A tiny bird that tells me someone on Twitter is talking to me. A familiar “F” to indicate that someone
If you’re reading this, there’s a good chance you picked it up from Twitter or Facebook – it’s not news that we’re getting most of our, well, news, entertainment, information and of course blog posts, from social media. And this includes parenting information – who do parents talk to when they
This is a picture that I took of my kids having a picnic lunch today, and instinctively thought “I should put this up on Facebook!” I suppose because the kids look happy, they’re having lunch on a picnic rug, and maybe on some level it makes me feel like a
So I’ve learned two important things since writing the below post last April – it’s a story about tripping over a laundry basket and spraining my finger, being unable to drive and therefore taking a bus to work. This gave me some unexpected time for browsing Facebook and Twitter on my
This is not a light, self-deprecating, jokey post – I really lost it with my five year old today, and I’m feeling bad about it. I shouted at her, marched her up the stairs, and told her that she wasn’t going to the party that she was invited to this
It started on Monday morning when rushing around getting ready for work, I tripped over a basket of clean washing (it was clean, somehow that matters) and sprained my finger. Just my little finger on my left hand, but oh my, the pain, and oh goodness, the ramifications. I couldn’t