Humans of Ireland - Stories of Care, Empathy & Love

I used to rehearse the sentence on the 16 bus into town, saying it silently while we passed through Rathmines and over the canal, my reflection trembling in the dark window. I…

I met Daniel outside the Workman’s on a wet Thursday, both of us pretending the rain wasn’t getting into our shoes. He offered me the corner of his umbrella, and I laughed…

I was twenty-nine when Aoife told me she was leaving, though at first she said it in the gentlest possible way, as if she was asking me to mind her coat for…

For years, people said myself and Niall were lucky. We had the house in Drumcondra, two healthy children, a shared calendar full of school runs, swimming lessons, birthday parties, and matches in…

I moved into a small red-brick flat in Rathmines during the winter I was meant to be planning my wedding. The flat was damp, the radiators clanked like old bones, and my…

I moved into the house in Phibsborough on a wet Tuesday in February, carrying two suitcases, a box of books, and the private certainty that I was too tired for any new…

I used to think a life could only fall apart loudly. A slammed door, a suitcase dragged down stairs, a ring thrown into the Liffey. Mine came undone in the space of…

I met her on a wet Thursday evening in Dublin, the kind where the rain doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and make everyone look like they’ve been crying…

I met Ciarán in the queue for coffee on a wet Tuesday in February, the kind of Dublin morning where everyone looks personally betrayed by the sky. We worked in the same…