My cat needs an MRI and it’s going to cost me €2,000
She developed a runny nose about six weeks ago and I fervently hoped it would resolve itself
Could the weather witch purchased on Etsy be the new Child of Prague?
My pal Sarah said she’d read dozens of reviews before choosing her witch, and had a good feeling about this one
I try to mitigate my guilt for no longer saying thanks to bus drivers
I’m grateful for the few people who still manage to pull off a thanks with panache despite exiting via the central doors
Our hotel for Harry Styles had one flaw: the shower was in the middle of the room
I couldn’t help but think of co-workers who might be caught up in a similar situation. A HR bomb primed to go off
Call me, CMAT. Let’s write a song about my public transport plight
The star’s sold-out gig at St Anne's Park was overwhelming. The journey home not so much
I’ve remained lifelong friends with my Complete Aisling co-author. Here’s our secret
As women who write together our priorities lie in the work and maintaining our friendship above all else. Here’s how we have done it
I’m riddled with ADHD apparently, and medication has changed my life
It’s not all speed and roses, but with five medicated months under my belt I can tentatively say something is working
I have alopecia – I always have at least one small patch of hair loss on the go
A woman’s relationship with body hair is a strange one. The hair grows where we don’t want it and vanishes where we do
Emer McLysaght: If I’d met Matt Damon with his SuperValu bag, I’d have jumped into the sea
My pathological fear of inconveniencing anyone extends to the brightest stars
I’ve lost days to online records of my relatives in 1926 census. Here’s what I found
Emer McLysaght: I can’t find my great-grandmother on the 1926 census, and I’ve searched every combination of name and location I can think of
I’ve been turned down for arts funding several times. There are unwritten rules
Making art is creating something out of nothing, which is expensive in terms of time and brain power
My greatest fear has come true – my home of seven years is to be sold
I’m not much of a believer in signs, but surely the resilience of my clematis is something to cling to
My late dad’s legacy is the love and care he put into each slightly wonky home renovation job
A friend’s house move takes me back to the 1990s, home of the pastel handbasin and other paternal projects
Emer McLysaght: I live to scroll. It’s for ‘work’, I convince myself
I bought a new phone and a Brick to close off distracting apps. But I'm not ready yet to deploy the Brick's full power
The TV in our Airbnb was the size of a ping-pong table hung on a wall
To say my head has been turned is an understatement. Lily Allen would be horrified