I met him on a wet Thursday evening outside Trinity, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and slowly claim you. I had just…
I cancelled my wedding on a wet Tuesday morning in Dublin, three weeks before I was meant to walk down the aisle. People always imagine a scene when you say that. A…
I met Niamh through a window on Aungier Street, which sounds more romantic than it was. It was March, the first strange spring when Dublin went quiet and the buses rolled past…
I met Ciarán before my sister did, on a wet Friday evening outside the Gaiety Theatre, when the rain was falling sideways and every taxi on South King Street already had a…
I met Niamh on a wet Tuesday evening on the DART, somewhere between Tara Street and Howth. I was carrying a paper bag of lemons because I had decided, with the confidence…
I met her on a Friday evening in the kind of rain that makes Dublin look like it has been painted in grey water. I was standing outside the Workman’s Club, pretending…
I met her on a Friday evening outside Busáras, in the kind of rain that makes umbrellas useless and turns everyone into a blurred version of themselves. I had just come back…
I used to think soulmates were something people said when they wanted ordinary love to sound magical. I believed in kindness, timing, hard work, and the price of a decent pint in…
I knew something was wrong before the best man stood up, because my sister kept looking at the top table as if she was waiting for a glass to fall. The wedding…