LAST weekend, yer man and I took a night off parenting and headed to West Cork. As we raced out the drive, the sun shone and unbelievably continued to do so for the two days.

I have a confession to make: I did not keep all my children’s art.

By Tric Kearney

By Tric Kearney

THE best thing about Valentine’s Day is that it ended two days ago. The unfortunate thing about it, is that it happened at all, writes Tric Kearney.

While flicking through Facebook the other day, I stumbled across a celebrity I’d never seen before sharing with the world her secret to looking beautiful.

I’d love to say I ‘d learned a great lesson in life from my Leaving Cert disappointment but that would be a lie, says Tric Kearney.

Yesterday I walked from my kitchen to the hall and saw the front door lying wide open. Full panic mode swept over me, my heart racing, fear and dread taking my breath away.

Recently one of my children has spoken of the possibility of leaving home to work in Dublin. I was only a little younger than she is when I left to live in Cork.

The other day, I was doing the ironing... I’ll just leave that sentence there, so anyone who doesn’t read on will think what a wonderful wife I am.

Twenty-two years ago yer man and I had a very grown up discussion about moving house, as both of us wished to move somewhere a little more country.

Unless you live under a stone you will be familiar with the talk of the gardaí and questions about their maths? Well, I too have a question: Where were these less-than-diligent guards when I needed them?

Welcome to Good Friday. Forgive me if I am sounding a little raspy, but I’ve woken up with the most dreadful thirst.

Do you ever notice once the time changes and the sun puts in a token appearance this country turns its face en masse to summer and summer holidays in particular?

Friends of mine regularly swap recipes... What sort of children did they rear who would eat Moroccan lamb? asks Tric Kearney.

When myself and himself began going out together, my mother often said: “When they made you, they matched you.”

Most of us held our children as new-born babies and made solemn promises to be the best parents they could wish for.

THERE’S something about a supermarket that brings out the ‘odd’ in me? Ever since I watched a documentary on how supermarkets influence our shopping, my shopping experience has been tainted.

Tric’s husband gave her some sort of cream, a face cream, for wrinkles and things, he thought she might like it.

WHERE are you from?