O! Canada, our home on indigenous land (Letter #025)
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
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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.
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
Fire! Fire! Fire! (Letter #021)
In which Papa Zesser looks back with gratitude and relief at a kitchen accident that happened only a few days back. Mama Raven saved the day! (Photo by
Inconsolable II (Letter #020)
In which Papa Zesser, after what was mostly a lovely day with his off-spring, considers the similarities between an infant who doesn’t realize she has gotten very tired, and a drinker who believes that an endless succession of “Just one more” will lead to eternal good time, and not sudden anger or tears followed by a brutal hang-over.
Maybe babies don’t work in such mysterious ways after all. Click the headline to read more.
Baby’s got a brand new box! (Letter #019)
In which Papa Zesser looks upon his spawn enjoying a new toy on the ninth month anniversary of her birth, and wonders: Why – o! why?!? – did we bother actually buying her anything to play with?
Babies work in mysterious ways. Click the headline to read more.
A spoonful of tedium (Letter #018)
In which Papa Zesser contemplates the apparent sameness of child-rearing, even as he acknowledges that change happens. In other words, child care is hard, with a lot of repetition, despite the constant growth and change in their charges.
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