In which Papa Zesser writes to Baobao about our Thanksgiving return to Park Mont-Morissette near Maniwaki, Quebec, which was where we were when we were the night before we were certain that Mama Raven was carrying her.
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In which Papa Zesser pens a letter of confession to his darling daughter.
First comes the cellphone as pacifier — whatever will be next? Read more …
In which Papa Zesser reports on his first efforts to civilize his daughter.
A small child’s
fingers claws can really hurt!
In which Papa Zesser returns from a visit with Mama Raven and toddler Baobao to Parc de le Gatineau with decidedly mixed emotions.
As the west coast of the United States burns, five tropical storms churn through the Caribbean, and both fire and floods afflict much of the rest of the world, Baobao and company are able to visit a beautiful park in which, so it seems, all is well with the world.
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In which Papa Zesser – 3 days late, but we won’t mention it here – returns at last to look back in celebration of the first year in his daughter’s life. What a ride it’s been!
In which Papa Zesser cuts his baby book reviewer’s teeth on a 12 page (counting covers) French-language picture-book. Can he keep the review as short as the book? Click the headline to find out!
In which, the day after Canada Day 2020, Papa Zesser ponders celebrating a holiday that elicits decidedly mixed feelings. Do those (virtual) sky-rockets represent
In which that sentimental old fool, Papa Zesser, finds himself recovering from an unexpected rain of tears prior to breakfast.
Despite an unexpected working lunch with Boris Johnson on Saturday, Father’s Day itself was a very good one for me, for Baobao, and for Mama Raven. I hope it was for all the other father’s (and mothers playing dual roles) out there!
In which Papa Zesser looks back on 300 (and three) days of life with his daughter.
God help me, but it’s been almost a year …