I was buying a bunch of tulips outside Dublin city centre on a wet Thursday when I heard my name spoken the way it used to be, like it had two extra…

I met her on a January morning at the Forty Foot, the kind of morning when the sea looks less like water and more like a dare. I had gone there because…

I met Eoin on a wet July evening in Dingle when I was twenty-one and pretending I was only there for the work. I had taken a summer job washing glasses in…

I grew up in a village so small that if you bought cough sweets in the shop, three people would ask your mother if you were coming down with something before you…

I used to think heartbreak had to be loud. Doors closing, boxes packed, someone crying in a kitchen while the kettle boiled for no reason. When my five-year relationship with Aoife ended,…

I met him on the Luas on a wet Tuesday evening, the kind of Dublin rain that does not fall so much as hang in the air and wait for you to…