Winter Dispatch 1: Basketball Jones

My daughter has been bitten by the basketball bug. Last week, she attended a girls’ middle school basketball game. The gym was beautiful. The play was not. My daughter didn’t care. The next day, she said she had to go to practice, loaded up her backpack, ran out to our back deck with a bouncyContinue reading “Winter Dispatch 1: Basketball Jones”

Fall Dispatch 3: Learning to Ride

When we got home from the state fair (the subject of a forthcoming dispatch), a bike was sitting in our driveway. My wife’s cousin had gotten it for our daughter. It looked cool. She was excited. There was just one problem: my daughter didn’t know how to ride a bike without training wheels. So sheContinue reading “Fall Dispatch 3: Learning to Ride”

Fall Dispatch 1: School Pics

My daughter brought home her first-grade pictures yesterday. They already seem like museum pieces. Comparing her kindergarten pic and this first-grade one clarifies how much she’d grown. Her face is fuller and her smile more mature. She’s not a little kid anymore, and her pictures document that transformation. But even over the past month, myContinue reading “Fall Dispatch 1: School Pics”

Birthday Party – By the Numbers

7 – the number of years my daughter’s been alive 4 – the number of days after my daughter’s actual birthday when we held her birthday party 24 – people who attended said party, including the guest of honor and her parents (i.e. us) 7 – the number of Harry Potter books my daughter nowContinue reading “Birthday Party – By the Numbers”

Into the Labyrinth

Today, my daughter entered the labyrinthine world of Dairy Cow Showing, but she wasn’t entering alone. My wife has blazed a trail for her. So significant is dairy showmanship to my wife’s identity that Alex Trebek asked her about it on Jeopardy in the show’s obligatory get-to-know-the-contestant segment. A cloud of family witnesses surrounded myContinue reading “Into the Labyrinth”

Summer Dispatch 5 – Literary Heroes

My daughter finished the third book of the Harry Potter series, The Prisoner of Azkaban, yesterday, and she proceeded to start it all over again. In a way that hasn’t been true with the first two books, my daughter has started identifying with Hermione Grainger. I gotta tell you, it’s a great thing to see.Continue reading “Summer Dispatch 5 – Literary Heroes”