For three weeks last November, I met the same little girl every rainy morning outside the bus stop near Drumcondra. I was staying in a small room above a shop after my…

I started driving cancer patients to hospital the year after my wife died. That sounds noble when I say it now, but it wasn’t noble at the time. It was survival. The…

I used to think a haircut was a small thing. A tidy-up, a skin fade, a bit off the top before a wedding or a job interview. I had a chair in…

I delivered letters around Stoneybatter for nearly seventeen years, long enough to know which dogs were harmless, which doors stuck in winter, and which houses had gone quiet after somebody died. People…

I first noticed it on a wet Tuesday evening in Smithfield, when the windows of our small GP clinic had gone black and the buses hissed past like tired animals. I was…

I first met Mr. Duffy because of his dog. Not the other way around. The dog was a scruffy little terrier called Moss, with grey whiskers, one folded ear, and the kind…