Get Cosy. I hope you like a story.
I’m Rebecca, but you can call me Reb (if you call me Reb I’ll immediately feel like we’ve been friends our whole lives) and I’m SO glad you’re here. I’m a Northern Irish storyteller, believer, and unlikely mum to three feral and fabulous boys.
If you know nothing else about me, you should know I’ve been a mother my entire adult life. Yes, file that under teen pregnancy. After my eldest was born, I documented our life at Maverick Mum, ‘the blog of an unconventional mother’. As I’ve grown up alongside my son, so has my writing. At a time of feeling totally lost, I found my words. And writing has been saving me ever since.
In my final year of university, somewhere in between assignment deadlines and nursery pick-ups, I found time to fall in love with the cute ginger boy sitting opposite me in the library. Paddy brought me filter coffees and Milky Ways every day, and let me be on his team when we played pool.
My toddler remembered Paddy’s name from the second they met, despite knowing everyone else by their dog’s names. Now, he calls him daddy.
On a grey Christmas morning in 2021, Paddy slipped me a piece of paper, clearly torn from the envelope of an opened Christmas card. I took a bite of my almond croissant and read the familiar scrawly writing. A website.
It was permission. Permission to write. Not as Maverick Mum or the boys’ mum. But as me—just Reb.
According to Celtic tradition, Thin Places are those sites, situations or seasons when the veil between heaven and earth is, well, thin. Where holy meets human. Where grace abounds in this blood and guts, beautiful and broken life. I like to think of my search for stories as a search for the thin places around me.
Here you’ll mostly find personal essays and creative non-fiction, with a wee rambling life update now and again. Expect big feelings and dry humour.
Get to know me:
I believe raw, gutsy storytelling has the power to push back the darkness of this world. I believe in telling the truth—sometimes straight and spicy, sometimes lyrical and tender. I believe writing is my way of seeing God in my life. I believe in the healing therapy of Cinnamon Buns, writing alone in a car with drive-thru coffee, pilgrimages to TK Maxx, and the confetti spray of monstrous ocean waves. I believe you will feel held here.
Other Writing:
The Patron Saint of Unplanned Pregnancy
Just Us
Waiting on Resurrection: Depression and Pregnancy
Back Together and Better Than Ever
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