They’re twisted and they will never be…

We were being groped by our male bosses with no repercussions. Many of us had been abused as small children. We were being harassed on the street, told what to wear and how to behave. And Sinead gave us a voice. The voice of rage. the voice of female fury we had never been allowed to express.

She was our queen. Our howl of anger. Our me too before we knew how desperately we needed her. She championed rap music, she refused to behave how male music executives wanted her to; she didn’t change her views. She spoke openly about the paedophiles in the Catholic church.

A tiny, fearless Irish waif with the lioness love of the universal mother.

Sinead, your music lives on though our tears. Thank you for giving us our power


That’s good enough for me…

Last week I arrived at my mother’s nursing home to find she was watching Julie Andrews on the big screen TV with a group of other residents. She was very happy singing along to Edelweiss and Climb Every Mountain.

Then I read that a study by U.S. scientists has shown that the brain function of those suffering from dementia can be improved if they belt out their favourite show tunes.

Researchers working with elderly residents at a US East Coast care home in a four-month long study found that people who sang their favorite songs showed a marked improvement compared to those who just listened.

Among the songs sung during 50-minute sessions were hits from The Wizard of Oz, Oklahoma and The Sound of Music.

The most improvement was among those sufferers with moderate to severe dementia. I must keep my mama singing.

When my kids put me in a home for bewildered single mothers, hopefully I’ll be busting some moves to Gett Off by Prince, and my favourite Stevie Wonder and Chaka Khan tunes. But I’ll probably be warbling, “C is for Cookie, Cookie, Cookie, Cookie start with C. Yeah!” on repeat.

C is for Cookie


I’m Not Bossy, I’m The Boss

As a financially-challenged single mother I don’t usually have the money to buy myself special presents but last Christmas I made an exception. I’ve waited more than 25 years to see the sassy, funny, extraordinary Sinead O’Connor and tonight I’m going to the Sydney Opera House to hear her live. Her music has helped me through some really tough times and I cannot wait to see her up close.


Sleep in heavenly peace

Of course Santa is having a happy Christmas, he knows where all the naughty people live and he gets to party with them. I hope when Santa drops down my chimney that he is good looking and he finds out I’ve been naughty and my children have been nice. Merry Christmas, here come the reindeer.


Nothing compares

I’m so sad about Jyoti, the poor woman who was attacked by six men in India, what a terrible way to die. Jyoti was a medical student, I wonder at the good she would have done in her country had she lived. I hope her death makes us change the world and bring an end to assaults against women. Like the shooting of innocent babies in Connecticut USA, may her violent shocking death make us wake up to change. Bollywood superstar Amitabh Bachchan tweeted, “Her body has passed away, but her soul shall forever stir our hearts.”


Happy Birthday Sinead

She is one of my favourite singers, a fiery, feisty Irish wonder. In Chinese astrology Sinead O’Connor is a Fire Horse, some people apparently find female fire horses scary. I’m one too. This is Sinead at her powerful best.