I met her on a wet Thursday evening outside The Long Hall, though met is probably too generous a word for how it began. I was standing under the red glow of…

I met him on a wet Thursday evening outside Trinity, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and slowly claim you. I had just…

I met him because of a bag of oranges. It was April 2020, when Dublin had gone quiet in a way I had never heard before. I was living in a flat…

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…