Humans of Dublin Ireland - Stories of Care, Empathy & Love

I first saw him on a wet Tuesday morning outside Dublin Connolly, standing under the station clock with a paper cup of coffee and a book held open against the rain. Everyone…

I met him on a wet Thursday in Dublin, the kind of evening where the city looks like it has been varnished. We were both at a leaving do in Whelan’s, standing…

I met him on a wet Tuesday in Dublin, the kind of evening when the buses sigh at the kerb and everyone looks like they are carrying a small private defeat. I…

I grew up in a house in Crumlin where everyone knew everyone’s business, except the one thing that mattered most about me. My mother could tell from the sound of my key…

I met Ciarán outside Whelan’s on a wet Thursday night, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and wait for you to walk into…

I used to think the worst thing that could happen in love was betrayal. Then it happened to me, and I learned the worst part was not the betrayal itself, but the…

For years, if anyone asked why myself and Niall were still together, I would say, “Because we’re a family.” It sounded noble when I said it. It sounded like sacrifice, like maturity,…

I moved into a small flat in Stoneybatter the winter after my engagement ended. I told everyone I wanted quiet, but really I wanted to disappear. The place was above a bakery,…