Róisín Ingle
Columnist, Writer and Podcaster at Irish Times
Podcast Host at The Women's Podcast
Trying to keep my side of the street clean. Like many women you know I had an abortion. It’s normal. @irishtimes @itwomenspodcast
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1 day ago |
irishtimes.com | Róisín Ingle
I Feel Bad About My Neck is a collection of essays by Nora Ephron that I read or listen to every now and again. It’s a great title, extremely relatable for many women of a certain age when hairs start to sprout in unexpected places and brown spots appear on our hands. It’s all down to this phenomenon called ageing. A beautiful thing. But it’s also a transition and like any transition, it can take time to adjust. I don’t feel bad about my neck.
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1 week ago |
irishtimes.com | Róisín Ingle
My friend sent me the photo on a Saturday morning. It was a photograph of a book in the window of an Oxfam charity shop in Dublin. Not just any book, it was My First Book by the late and marvellous Maeve Binchy. My friend had never seen it before but I knew the book well. It’s a collection of her writing in The Irish Times first published in 1970. In my house, it’s a sacred tome. I got my copy years ago at a second-hand book stall at a market in Howth.
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1 week ago |
irishtimes.com | Róisín Ingle
It’s a drizzly, grey day in Leighlinbridge, Co Carlow, where I’m meeting history-making jockey Rachael Blackmore. We’re in Rachel’s Cafe, the bustling restaurant of a sprawling garden centre. “They’ve spelt your name wrong,” I say in mock indignation, pointing at the sign, and she laughs and says, “well spotted”. Blackmore is one of those Rachaels with an a.
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2 weeks ago |
irishtimes.com | Róisín Ingle
A new friend was making dinner in between Scrabble games. It turns out Cormac, who is infuriatingly good at Scrabble, can also cook. He was wearing a pink-and-white striped apron and standing at his stove lost in quiet concentration. I watched him open a tub of sour cream, spoon a small amount of it into the mismatched china cups he’d filled with soup and carefully bring them over to the table. Nettle soup, he told us. I raised the delicate cup to my nose.
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3 weeks ago |
irishtimes.com | Róisín Ingle
George Bernard Shaw wrote a lot of letters in his lifetime. Many of them were short, grumpy notes turning down invitations for social events or speaking gigs or gala dinners. My favourite narky “no thank you” letter of his, and there are lots to choose from, was written after the Pygmalion writer was invited to address a branch of the Labour Party in Britain. “It would be easier and pleasanter to drown myself,” was his one sentence reply in that 1922 letter.
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