Jennifer O Connell

Ladies, did you ever consider that your cactus plant might be the thing standing between you and eternal happiness? Or that the books on your shelf ar(...)

As it is almost Valentine’s Day, I’m going to tell you what women want. Yes, yes, I know you don’t need it. I know you’re not some latter day Don Drap(...)

After almost a decade in direct provision Ellie Kisyombe feels she’s still a nobody in Ireland, with no say about her life. There are two versio(...)

As part of my vague aspirations towards self-improvement – which fall short of doing things that might extend my life, like giving up wine, or revisit(...)

A pair of bollards lit up green marked the entrance to Gortahork on Wednesday evening. “Slow. Wake Ahead,” laminated signs read. Big men in hi-vis ja(...)

The executives at Davos, the global gathering that is the equivalent of the Burning Man festival for stinkingly rich Masters of the Universe, are worr(...)

For as long back as he can remember, Dylan would go to bed at night and pray that he would wake up a boy. “I had no idea. I would have classified him (...)

I didn’t give my children any breakfast this morning. I didn’t pack a lunch, wash a face or drive anyone to school. Instead, I just channelled Russell(...)

If you’ve been keeping up with your news of the British royals recently – as opposed to doing something useful while you wait for January to pass, lik(...)

It was my colleague Samuel who convinced me I needed a fitness tracker. We were desk neighbours at a job I had a few years ago in Silicon Valley and, (...)