Monthly Archives: June 2017

Day #177 Pillow forts in adulthood

When you’re a kid, pillow forts are precarious and elaborate constructions of cushions, pillows, and improvised supports that your imagination then turns into castles, caves, fortresses, or hideaways. I’ve now learned that when you’re an adult, pillow forts are giant piles of pillows you build up like some prehistoric ritual mound on whatever surface you…

Day #176 A Bear’s Duty and Sacrifice

This is Guard Bear. You would have met him in an earlier post involving pandapants. He was a gift for Hawkeye from close friends, and his role is, obviously, to guard. He is also teaching Hawkeye how to salute with “yes, sir!” As you may have gathered, we’ve been having a rather rough week, climaxing…

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.…