Day #173 Small accomplishments

“Oh-ho, Oh-ho A haon, a dó…” Today, my toddler made up a song with Irish counting words, fed a biscuit to a crocodile, and politely shared a ride on another toddler’s balance bike with minimal intervention from grown-ups. I would feel inordinately proud of how little effort I spent on parenting during these moments if…

Day #168 The fatality of relapse

I was catching up on my Facebook feed this morning and finally spotted an explanation of why I was seeing a sudden glut of references to Carrie Fisher. I had not realised that her autopsy report had been made public, revealing that she had cocaine, heroin, and ecstasy in her system at the time of her death.…

Day #166 Daddy’s little monster

The world is slowly tilting away from seeing fathers solely as “the head of the family”, “the providers”, or those cold and distant authoritarian disciplinarians to, well… seeing them as fathers, with all the guts and glory that it entails. What does that mean? Well, it means accepting fathers as full partners in this whole…