I first saw her on a wet Tuesday morning at Pearse Station, the kind of morning where Dublin looks like it has been dipped in grey paint and left to dry badly.…

I used to think love ended with a slammed door or a dramatic confession, but mine began ending beside the smoking area of Whelan’s on a wet Thursday night, with someone else’s…

I met Ciarán two weeks before my wedding, which is a terrible sentence to write and a worse thing to have lived. It was raining so heavily that afternoon on Grafton Street…

I used to rehearse the sentence on the 16 bus into town, saying it silently while we passed through Rathmines and over the canal, my reflection trembling in the dark window. I…

I met Daniel outside the Workman’s on a wet Thursday, both of us pretending the rain wasn’t getting into our shoes. He offered me the corner of his umbrella, and I laughed…

I was twenty-nine when Aoife told me she was leaving, though at first she said it in the gentlest possible way, as if she was asking me to mind her coat for…

For years, people said myself and Niall were lucky. We had the house in Drumcondra, two healthy children, a shared calendar full of school runs, swimming lessons, birthday parties, and matches in…

I moved into a small red-brick flat in Rathmines during the winter I was meant to be planning my wedding. The flat was damp, the radiators clanked like old bones, and my…