This is my favourite time of the year. The evenings getting darker, the fires lighting, there’s no need to carry a parasol with me at all times lest a single ray of sunshine touch my skin. 

When I first began writing, I had my own blog. The most popular piece I ever posted was when I shared embarrassing period stories and asked other women to comment underneath with their own, writes Louise O'Neill.

While working at ELLE in New York, I had to challenge quite a few of my colleagues’ misconceptions about Ireland. 

I had an interesting conversation at the farmers’ market recently, writes Louise O’Neill.

Since reading Hillary Clinton’s memoir I’ve been giving a lot of thought to ‘difficult women’, writes Louise O’Neill.

I know that most of you are horrified by the stories detailing the atrocities that women have been subjected to over the last 100 years, writes Louise O’Neill

It seems doubly cruel how we laugh at plastic surgery that has gone wrong, writes Louise O’Neill

There were warning signs back in April, signs I should have paid attention to. I was in hospital, about to go under general anaesthetic and I was playing a bargaining game with the surgeon. 

I was recently approached by Always to be part of the Irish team for their #LikeAGirl campaign, writes Louise O’Neill. 

Most of my childhood photos are of me lying unconscious in the most unlikely of places, mouth agape, drooling unattractively, writes Louise O’Neill.