Sometimes you have to travel a long way to come home. At least I did
A piece I wrote about my experience as a gay Irish woman at home and abroad and the impact of the same sex marriage referendum in 2015. First published in the Irish Times.
Review of “I’m Right Here” by the Irish Independent
A curious blend of fantasy and realism, Yvonne Cassidy’s fourth novel is about a haunting. It’s about the chasm between mothers and teenage daughters. It’s about the crippling effects of alcoholism on a family. It’s about truth and lies, loyalty between siblings, the implosion of divorce, the shock of bereavement. Whatever the reader decides it’s about, it’s a page-turner.
Launch of “I’m Right Here”
The trade paperback of I’m Right Here launched at Dubray Bookshop on March 22nd 2017 and was followed by my first reading at Mountains to Sea Book Festival two days later. Here are some photos from that exciting week!
How I Use My Voice
I recently wrote a piece for You Magazine’s “This Life” section on my thoughts on the US election.
RTE Guide
Sneak preview of I’m Right Here in the RTE Guide’s book section!
The Morning After
The U.S. Election of 2016 and the aftermath as a gay woman, an immigrant and a writer.
Feel it All
There is something that happens to me every time I see the Indigo Girls play. Right at that part in the middle of a song, right when Amy is getting so lost in her playing of the guitar, or the banjo or the ukulele, that she starts to bend forwards, towards the violinist whose hair
22nd May 2015
I am not in Ireland today. More than anything I want to be in Ireland and I want to list reasons (excuses?) as to why I am not, but it is enough to just say that I am not. Instead, I am here, in New York City, in a Starbucks at the corner of 103rd
What’s in a word?
I am in the bank. “Date of birth?” the cashier asks. I tell her and she smiles – an action that transforms her from a bank teller into a real person. “That’s in two days,” she says. “Happy Birthday. Do you have any plans?” I have plans that involve the cinema,
For Connecticut Muffin on Montague Street
The WiFi didn’t always work. The vinyl seats – the big ones upstairs, the ones like couches – were pretty worn. Some people might call them shabby. Even though the table next to the bathroom was big, you were better off choosing one of the other ones near the front, because the