The awkward moment when you only have 2 small euro

Today I went to visit one of the poorest families in Dublin. They live in a small one-room basement apartment. The room is flanked on two sides by sofa beds, carefully made and arranged as if it were a sitting room. There is a cooker brimming with food in one corner and a bathroom tucked []
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The Awkward Moment When You’re Wobbly On Your Feet

What does it mean to stand with someone? Popular response to the atrocities unfolding in France has to been to declare solidarity with the victims. Michael D., Obama, Merkel, Cameron, even Putin, the leaders of the major religions and countless others have vowed to stand with the victims. Many people have changed their profile pictures []
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The Awkward Moment When You’re Stuck At Home With Your CV

I happen to be searching for jobs at the moment and spending a lot of time hanging out with my CV and a couple of application forms. Needless to say, they’re not great company. Like a bunch of superficial acquaintances, they politely nod along to my stories and assure me that my head doesn’t look []
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The Awkward Moment When You Offer Your Non-Existent Bed To A Refugee

Last week, an Irish online social justice “community” (Uplift.ie) asked people to pledge their beds to refugees fleeing war-torn Syria. Having read about the generous Islanders, offering beds, food and humanitarian assistance, I thought, what a great idea. I “pledged a bed” for two refugees. Later that day, Matthew came home. To our two-room, one-bed []
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The Awkward Moment When You Couldn’t Be Arsed

I need a lie-in, a break, I need to go easy on myself. It doesn’t make any difference anyway. Why bother? The truth is, we all get doses of apathy. It’s a heavy, anemic, blobby monster sitting on our heads, as if the afternoon slump has taken hold of our spiritual life. We may not []
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The Awkward Moment When You Realize You’re Not At Home

Have you ever woken up with that disorientating feeling because you forgot for a minute that you were staying at your granny’s? The sheets are strangely heavy, the room is darker than usual, the air is thick with silence… and you panic for a second, thinking “where am I?!” I had a moment like that []
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