Tag Archives: gratitude

Day #223 On the line

I was recalling this moment as I was hanging up laundry the other day back at home in Dublin. (Wait, who am I kidding? I hang up laundry every day in Dublin right now. My loads seem to consist of teeny tiny underpants and I’m running out of jokes about shrinking my own underwear.) This…

Day #197 Luxury and gratitude

I won’t lie, the last thirty six hours have been a bit on the rough side. I’m not saying they were¬†bad. Life isn’t meant to be easy all the time. Good things sometimes require some stress and angst before they can be enjoyed properly. So yes, there was stress, and frustration, and gnashing of teeth.…

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…