What voices are being lost to us because making art has increasingly become the preserve of those who have the fiscal means to do so? asks Louise O’Neill

Publication week is always a strange time, says Louise O’Neill.

For generations in Ireland, women’s sexuality has been seen as a dangerous force that needed to be controlled, says Louise O’Neill

We drink too much, we don’t talk about our feelings enough; the importance of mental health is still a nascent issue in our public consciousness, writes Louise O’Neill

Last month, I attended an event in Cork City organised by the Abortion Rights Campaign, writes Louise O’Neill.

I went to see an excellent production of Sive in the Gaiety Theatre recently. Written by John B Keane in the 1950s, it tells the story of a teenage girl who is sold into marriage with a much older, albeit wealthy man, and is one of my favourite plays, writes Louise O’Neill.

Today, the 24th of February, is my birthday. I’m turning 33 and there’s something special about a double digit birthday, writes Louise O’Neill. 

I have been thinking a lot about criticism recently.

When everything fell apart, I fell too but I fell on my wits, I fell on an inner strength I never knew I had, writes Louise O’Neill

There are quite a few things in my everyday life that can catapult me head-first into an indignant rage. People walking too slowly in front of me, writes Louise O'Neill.