Author Archives: Grin & Tonic by Alana Kirk
A grave matter…
Apologies for the radio silence – I went underground for a little while, burying myself away while I tried to come to terms with the loss of another baby. Just days after seeing the heartbeat and recognising my child amid … Continue reading
Leaving Home
6am, lying in bed unable to sleep, the clock accompanying my vigil, ticking time with my hours of thoughts. We leave this house tomorrow, and somebody else’s life begins here. How many nights have I lain awake in this room? … Continue reading
Holding onto Happiness
The two’s maybe terrible, but the three’s are thrilling. I have a plan to become very rich – if only I can figure out the mechanics of bottling up what my daughter has – pure unadulterated, untarnished, untainted, unspoilt wonderful … Continue reading
Working is child’s play
We are moving house soon, and at last, AT LAST, I will have a room of my own to write. OK, so I’ll probably have to share it with my husband, but to all intents and purposes, I will have … Continue reading
Gay Abandon
Daisy may be flighty but she is loyal. Three going on thirty, she is a social butterfly (although when I call her this, she shakes her head firmly, and tells me, “No mummy, I’m a girl.”) She has lots of … Continue reading
Thinking outside the box
We’re moving house, a monumental upheaval that is making me sweat just thinking about the lists I have to write. But to distract myself from the enormity of the task ahead, I have started packing away completely useless boxes of … Continue reading
Outshone, outperformed and outnumbered
We spent the weekend in Galway, shooting a TV programme on family holiday breaks for the Seoige show where I do the weekly book review. You know the sort of thing, just an intimate affair – hubby, myself and the … Continue reading
January Jitters
Is it just me, or is January just jaded and jittery? I can’t settle to anything and my inner Task Master, my brain’s Sergeant Major, my Queen of to-do seems to have taken a winter sun holiday, leaving me alone … Continue reading
The night terrors
The night terrors are upon us – and I’m not referring to our kids. Just when we think we’ve outsmarted them, they go and raise the bar. People who talk about those first few sleepless weeks of babyhood as some … Continue reading
Where there is no credit to crunch..
I’m tightening my belt – and not just because my frenetic physical assault on my body is finally reaping results. No, the preverbal budget belt is going on a diet too. We’re hoping to buy a new house (I know, … Continue reading