WordSmithee
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Columnist with The Anglo Celt #WordSmith. Once described as a, "Minor Cavan Celebrity."
"The rose she offered was truly enchanted, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time."
Do we ever really know who are parents are? Even after they’re gone, there are still stories to discover, memories to recover, and pieces of them waiting to find their way back to us. THE SMELL OF WOODBINES AND PERSIL – this week’s #WordSmith column
After thirty years in London, I moved back to Ireland. Whilst clearing through my flat, I was feeling reflective and felt the urge to write about my Dad. The resultant piece went viral on X. Now, I’d like to share the thread here...
Jeffrey Archer lived in a Penthouse Apartment opposite the offices of my first job on the Embankment in London. I’d see him jogging most mornings. One day, I stole myself, stopped and said, “I loved Kane and Abel.” He didn’t stop, but he did say, “Thank you,” as he jogged on😂
THE SMELL OF WOODBINES AND PERSIL I was in a supermarket when a lady approached me, “You’re Gerard, aren’t you?” We stepped outside, and as she introduced herself, recognition came flooding back... Tomorrow's #WordSmith column in The Anglo Celt – look out for it❤️
THE SURGEON More than 6 million readers worldwide have already encountered The Surgeon – a story I wrote in 2017 that has become, if anything, even more relevant today. I’ve revised the story and, for the first time, I’m going to serialise it here. Chapter one in comments.
My #Wattpad was hacked, despite my efforts, it won't be restored, I can’t remember the security questions. The Surgeon, reached 6 million+ reads worldwide. I’m posting this so its achievement isn’t forgotten. The account is gone. My story’s legacy will live on.
DON'T LOOK UNDER THE BED! "I was never frightened of the bogeyman under the bed. Until one evening in Cavan, I saw it with my own eyes..." Tomorrow's #WordSmith column in The Anglo-Celt – DARE to read it!😱
This week’s #WordSmith column (a wee bit grainy — it’s a photo of the article), but you’ll get it!❤️
"I call myself and people like me ‘Inbetweeners.’ That is, we’re Irish to the core, but we have English accents; we live in a kind of limbo, never properly English in England, and never fully Irish in Ireland." #WordSmith link in comments.
In this week’s #WordSmith column I write about my sister, Maria – and through her, I pay tribute to all our loved ones we’ve lost and the precious pieces of themselves they leave behind…❤️
Growing up as children of Irish parents in 1970s England meant navigating a dual identity... This week's #WordSmith column.
"Leave the gun. Take the cannoli." For the love of films and sisters – this week's #WordSmith column is now online📷 Link in comments
I think we all have our 'end of innocence' moments – this time of year always reminds me of mine... This week's #WordSmith column
One day, I hope we can return Norma and Percy's love to their family...❤️ #WordSmith – link in the comments
Before ‘Likes’ and ‘Views’, there were the ‘Glances’ Blimey – a confessional #WordSmith column that makes me wince, now. Still, I think it's an important and pertinent piece of writing. Link to column in the comments.
MY MOTHER'S PURSE-STRINGS "...at a family gathering, I caught sight of something. Mam opened her posh-purse and peered inside. Then – SNAP – she shut it! Had she seen me watching? Or had I imagined it? What was in that purse?" All answers in tomorrow's #WordSmith column
"I posted the first page of the letter to social media, wondering whether the internet might shed light on how the certificate found its way to Dun Laoghaire...? This week's #WordSmith column.
A letter written to my mother from a stranger, sent from Dun Laoghaire, Dublin, in 1956 comes back to life in 2026 to tell a most wonderful story❤️ Look out for tomorrow’s #WordSmith column in The Anglo Celt.
It's Bank Holiday Monday, have a read and a chuckle. Here's a #WordSmith column I could never have written at the time. Funny how age has a way of stripping away our vanity. Link in comments.
"I opened the door to a stranger, a woman, ready to strike our door, again. When she saw me she lowered her arm; I noted a strained look on her face, which worried me “Is your mother home?” she asked." Link to #WordSmith column in the comments😱
'I truly believe one of humanity’s greatest medicines is walking...' In my next #WordSmith column, join me for a few walks, from the many memorable, to the one I'd rather forget – but can't!😩 In tomorrow's The Anglo-Celt
