First Father’s Day, redux or,
In which that sentimental old fool, Papa Zesser, finds himself recovering from an unexpected rain of tears prior to breakfast.
Month: June 2020
A happy Father’s Day to all, and to all, a good night!
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!
300 – *ahem* and three – days! (Letter #023)
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 …
Free Baobao now! Free Baobao now! (Letter #022)
In which Papa Zesser considers the balance between safety (and a parent’s convenience) and the need of his daughter to push boundaries and explore.
Where’s my next letter, Papa!?!
In which Papa Zesser struggles with blogger’s block – and pays the price in infantile sarcasm