‘A helium balloon loudly proclaiming her 90th birthday, and the Zimmer frame it was tied to, both went into the boot’

A few weeks ago my mother walked through the residential home where she has been living for the past year and carefully stepped into the bucket seat o(...)

 Gwyneth Paltrow signing books at a Goop event at  Nordstrom  in Los Angeles, California. Photograph: Phillip Faraone/Getty Images for Goop

The insomniac, bottom-licking cat and I stayed up the other night to watch a late-night screening of the 1998 movie Sliding Doors, starring my all-tim(...)

I thought of Molly and Leopold and the bulky machinery of tweeds and corsets, of petticoats and garters on a warm day in June. Where were they, I wondered, when she said ‘yes’?

 “. . . the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the d(...)

‘I watched their hands lift flimsy glasses to blushed mouths, rings piled on top of one another: engagement, wedding, eternity’

 I temporarily lost my wedding ring. I’m always temporarily losing my wedding ring. I’ve given up getting too exercised about it.  It’s a v(...)

‘If women are told about their breast density, then they can make informed decisions about further screening.’

I consulted the one-time bugle-blasting airline (which seems to have muted its own enthusiasm and silenced its horn) and found a return flight to Mala(...)

My friend came home from London for the weekend. I picked up her and her young son from Dublin Airport. She was looking spiffing in a velvet jacket. S(...)

Emmanuel Macron and Brigitte Trogneux: Irish women in their 40s increasingly seek out younger men to date. Photograph: Philippe Wojazer/Reuters

I had the pleasure recently of chairing a discussion of the way older women are imagined, portrayed and perceived by society and the media. The conver(...)

“Beware of the dog,” the agent said, handing me a brochure. Photograph: iStock

I went to view a city-centre apartment in Dublin, advertised for sale for a sum that made me sweat. I was acting for a friend, a cooler character than(...)

Fighting Words: There is nothing that they can possibly do, or think, or write, or say, or dream, or imagine, that is wrong. Photograph: Dara Mac Dónaill

May already – the month we all love so well. May, the month synonymous in my mind with pale-pink rosary beads strung through small fingers and process(...)

Hilary Fannin: Maybe I’ve finally stopped trying to hurl myself on the tracks to stop the train sweeping the children into an unknowable future. Photograph: Alan Betson

As a family we seem to have moved into some new phase. I come back into the house now, lugging a couple of bags of groceries, and find myself shouting(...)