I met Ciarán before my sister did, on a wet Friday evening outside the Gaiety Theatre, when the rain was falling sideways and every taxi on South King Street already had a…

I used to think soulmates were something people said when they wanted ordinary love to sound magical. I believed in kindness, timing, hard work, and the price of a decent pint in…

I knew something was wrong before the best man stood up, because my sister kept looking at the top table as if she was waiting for a glass to fall. The wedding…

I first saw him on a wet Tuesday morning outside Dublin Connolly, standing under the station clock with a paper cup of coffee and a book held open against the rain. Everyone…

I met him on a wet Thursday in Dublin, the kind of evening where the city looks like it has been varnished. We were both at a leaving do in Whelan’s, standing…

I met him on a wet Tuesday in Dublin, the kind of evening when the buses sigh at the kerb and everyone looks like they are carrying a small private defeat. I…