People Who Prove We’re Not Going to Hell in a Handcart

Animal rights and environmental advocacy are two of my major passions in life, but – as anyone who strives to raise awareness of these issues will know – talking about them can be demoralising. Whenever I speak or write about these issues, I strive to remain optimistic, spread the word about positive developments, and share…

‘Habitat’ (a Poem and a Reflection)

It has been a long time since I wrote anything substantial for this blog. During December, I’ve felt disinclined to write (#NaNoWriMo drained me of my creative powers, clearly 😉) and have instead been focusing on my off-screen life, which is no bad thing. Right now, I’m enjoying that calm, lazy post-Christmas feeling. 😌❤️ I…

Creative Writing – ‘Stuff Happened’ (The Full Story)

I have previously published Stuff Happened on my blog in three different instalments, but I also wanted to publish it here in one longer post, for those who would prefer to read all of the story at once. For people who prefer to read it in three parts, here are the links to part one,…

The Esther Effect: What One Pig and Her Friends Mean to Me

One of my major idols in life is a 650-pound pig named Esther. She lives in Canada and we have never met, but she is a heroine of mine nonetheless. This sassy, hilarious, heartwarming girl first came into the lives of her “daddies” – Steve Jenkins and Derek Walter – as a supposed “mini-pig” in…

Year of Duality: Numerology, The YouTube Shooting and #Repealthe8th

I’m in a reflective mood as I write this. It has been just over a week since the verdict of the infamous Ulster rape trial was announced. The outcome left me heartbroken in many ways, but I have since been heartened by the uprising of protests across Ireland against sexism and injustice. One friend of…

Veganism: My Past, Present and Future Journey With It

I was about five or six years old, and sitting on the floor of my great-grandmother’s kitchen, when I first heard the word “vegetarian”. The story of my great-grandmother’s house is a wonderful one in itself. Prior to her death in 1998, my parents, brother and I lived right next to her. Our back gardens…