Jane Gilheaney Barry
"Listen," my mother said. "Listen to the sound of the corncrake, a bird of the past. We might never hear it again, this time might be the last."
I left home at 19, and came back aged 27 with my own daughter. "You should be writing," Dad said. It was the dream that still eluded me.
What gets you all fired up? Some say you should write what you know. I say you should write what you're passionate about.
Once disappeared in the house, she began to disappear herself. It was gradual -- she was surprised if she caught her reflection, at the face looking back. It suited her, the invisibility of old age was just more freedom, for a woman especially. Only she rarely had to think about it, what would ...