I met him outside Connolly Station on a wet Tuesday in February, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as settle into your clothes and stay there. I was…
I used to think falling for someone happened in grand, obvious ways. Music swelling, rain at the right moment, some clear sign that life had turned a corner. In reality, I fell…
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…
I used to think falling in love at work was something that happened to people with messy calendars and no sense of self-preservation. I was thirty-two, living in a small flat near…