I was twenty-two when he left Dublin with one suitcase, a cheap navy coat, and a promise that distance would not make a coward out of him. We were standing outside Connolly…
When Conor and I moved into the little apartment in Rathmines, I thought love would become easier because the distance had been solved. Before that, we were always crossing the city for…
I had not spoken to Maeve in nearly two years when she arrived at St James’s Hospital carrying my old navy scarf and a paper cup of tea I hadn’t asked for,…
I met Clara in the upstairs room of a pub off South William Street, at one of those open mic nights where everyone is either heartbroken, about to be heartbroken, or pretending…
I met him on a wet Thursday outside a café in Stoneybatter, both of us sheltering under the same narrow awning like Dublin itself had decided to introduce us. He asked if…
Every Tuesday morning, I used to get off the Luas at St Stephen’s Green and walk down towards Grafton Street with the same tight feeling in my chest. My mam had an…
I used to think a marriage ended in a solicitor’s office, with signatures and a woman in a grey suit sliding tissues across the table. Ours ended on a wet Tuesday evening…
I met Aoife outside Grafton Street on a wet Thursday evening, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as wait for you in the air. We had already broken…
I met him on a wet Tuesday outside Trinity College Dublin, both of us standing under the same too-small bus shelter, pretending the rain wasn’t coming sideways. He offered me half his…
I met her on a wet Thursday evening outside Connolly Station, the kind of Dublin rain that does not fall so much as lean into you. I was standing under the awning…