My new novel came out this week, I’m not sure if you heard? (After the Silence, available now!) I was led by the publicist – another Cork woman, naturally – to bookshops and TV studios and radio stations, where she pretended like she wasn’t bored of ...

I looked at my diary this morning and I realised that it is exactly ten years since I left for New York and it feels both impossible and inevitable that a decade could have passed. It wasn’t my idea to go.

Why the urge to post a photo of yourself lying by the pool abroad when you know it’s going to cause seething resentment in everyone back home

Life goes on, but in usual times,  where you get caught up in the 'What Have you Learned During Lockdown' conversations?

In 2019, Caroline Criado Perez, a feminist activist and writer, published an excellent book called Invisible Women: Exposing Data Bias in a World Designed for Men.

I don’t like confrontation. It makes me feel panicked, as if everything is falling apart and can never be repaired.  My reaction tends to be an over-sized one, involving shouting or tears but underneath all of that, I can smell my fear.

2020 has been interminable – what an episode of Reeling in the Years this is going to make — and it’s only July. I’m tired.

This week, I read Katherine Wu’s piece in the New York Times about a report published by the Centre for Disease Control and Prevention.

THE last time I had my hair cut was December.

I often think about a conversation I had with a barrister a few years ago. She was an impressive sight, in her gown and wig, her high heels click-clacking on the wooden floors of the Four Courts.