I was twenty-two when he left Dublin with one suitcase, a cheap navy coat, and a promise that distance would not make a coward out of him. We were standing outside Connolly…

When Conor and I moved into the little apartment in Rathmines, I thought love would become easier because the distance had been solved. Before that, we were always crossing the city for…

I had not spoken to Maeve in nearly two years when she arrived at St James’s Hospital carrying my old navy scarf and a paper cup of tea I hadn’t asked for,…

I met him on a wet Thursday outside a café in Stoneybatter, both of us sheltering under the same narrow awning like Dublin itself had decided to introduce us. He asked if…

Every Tuesday morning, I used to get off the Luas at St Stephen’s Green and walk down towards Grafton Street with the same tight feeling in my chest. My mam had an…

I met him on a wet Tuesday outside Trinity College Dublin, both of us standing under the same too-small bus shelter, pretending the rain wasn’t coming sideways. He offered me half his…