I wrote my first piece of creative writing in the form of a poem under the guidance of my mother, a brilliant mind trapped in a body diseased by multiple sclerosis. I was 15 years old at the time, she was 55.
The poem was called “Am I To Blame?” and was about taking personal responsibility for the Troubles in Northern Ireland. It began, “Am I to blame, for what’s gone wrong? For twenty years, it’s gone on too long…”
A little over 20 years later, she passed away.
She will forever be the most powerful force in my life.
Grainne McEntee was born to and raised by a pack of God-fearing wolves in a cavernous hole punched in the side of a Drumlin in Cavan, Ireland. Copious amounts of cheese and crackers spawn her writing. Stinking Bishop is her weapon of choice. And a pen. Pens are good too.