Cait O'Connor

Dear Diary, (All photos are by M). The pain passes but the beauty remains Pierre Auguste Renoir It takes pains to be beautiful. I remember ...

There are two means of refuge from the misery of life - music and cats. Albert Schweitzer Dear Diary, OK, it is time for a confession. I...

Dear Diary, I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to b...

A Ghost on a Stair? Maybe. Maybe not. (Not my ghost though but do read on.) Dear Diary By the way, before I start, if you want to listen to ...

The witch's familiar Tonight I will just post these pics and a couple of poems, one by M and another by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge. Old po...

Dear Diary, Just a quick blog as I am off to library-land very soon. The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or n...

A Strictly Tongue in Cheek look at Nostalgia (This a fictional account of what happened when Cait last visited her GP.) Picture the scene. ...

Dear Diary, I’ll start with the cliché, get it over with, I say. New England in the Fall.I would love to go there, I am sure I have past lif...

Header picture, Connemara Farm is an oil painting by Elizabeth Ryan Dear Diary, Rain. Condensed moisture of atmosphere falling...

Artist:  John William Waterhouse Thank you Willow for solving my problem and telling me who painted the above and also about its interes...

With money you can buy a house but not a home. With money you can buy a clock but not time. With money you can buy a bed but not sleep. With...

There's always tomorrow Dear Diary, Carols of gladness ring from every tree. Frances Anne Kemble I had a blast from the past this morni...