I’ve been writing a lot about fatherhood in those years and it has shaped a lot of what I’ve had the opportunity to write upon.

She was fighting for the ball. She was aggressively booting it away from the other team, intercepting and stealing the play to her advantage.

I was forever opening gates, throwing balls over the fence, answering frantically ringing doorbells, replying to pointless requests for permission…

I have worked through a lot more learning modules, added some new skills, and been learning French again

Shortly after getting home and having lunch I told her: we’re going out for a ride.

Our garden has gone through many, many changes over the years, through a process of honing, raising, boxing, edging, and generally tending.

I picked her up from school right before lunch and commenced yet another edition of our still-hanging-in-there daddy days.

She was really sick. Crashingly sick. Tossing, resting, not eating, and tossing some more. Not fun, no matter how you look at it.

I thought I would start compiling new episodes (from time to time) anyway. Here are the latest five.