I found out on a wet Tuesday morning in Portobello, with my hair still damp from the shower and a coffee going cold on his kitchen counter. It was one of those…
I met Cian on a wet Thursday outside Heuston Station, both of us pretending we weren’t completely lost. We were there for the same work conference, the kind with name badges, lukewarm…
The invitation arrived on a wet Tuesday in Portobello, the kind of rain that makes the canal look tired. I had just come home from work, shoes soaked, bag full of groceries…
I knew I was making a mistake three weeks before the wedding, standing outside the registry office on Grand Canal Street with my dress fitting receipt folded in my coat pocket. It…
I met Aoife on a wet Tuesday outside the Abbey Theatre, both of us pretending we weren’t sheltering under the same narrow bit of roof. She had a paper bag of books…
The last person I expected to miss was my ex-wife. I had trained myself not to. For two years after we separated, I spoke about her the way men in pubs speak…
The last time I saw her was at Heuston Station, standing under the big clock with a green suitcase beside her and a paper coffee going cold in her hand. It was…
I moved into the house in Rathmines because the rent was the least terrifying number I had seen in months. The room was small enough that I could touch both walls if…
I was twenty-nine, newly engaged, and living in a neat little flat in Rathmines with a man everyone said I was lucky to have. Mark was kind, steady, the sort of man…
I met her outside Croke Park on a wet Sunday in September, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as settle on you and decide to stay. I was…