humans of Dublin

I met him on a Tuesday morning outside the Capuchin Day Centre on Bow Street, when I had exactly twelve euro in my pocket and nowhere I was proud to be going.…

I cancelled my wedding three weeks before I was meant to walk down the aisle, and for a long time people filled in the blanks with whatever story suited them. Some said…

I met her through a pane of glass in Smithfield, in the second spring of the pandemic, when Dublin had gone quiet in a way I had never heard before. I was…

I was twenty-four when I met Ciarán outside a late bus stop on Dame Street, both of us half-soaked from rain and pretending we weren’t freezing. He offered me the last dry…

I used to think goodbyes were supposed to happen in airports, with bad coffee, heavy bags, and people pretending not to cry until the last possible second. I never imagined mine would…

I met her on a Friday evening when I was trying very hard to disappear. I had just been made redundant from a job I never admitted I hated, and my girlfriend…

I used to think soulmates were a thing people said when they wanted ordinary love to sound holy. I believed in timing, effort, patience, paying rent on time, remembering how someone takes…