The book

Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

The blog
The book

Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

The blog
  • So this poem really has nothing to do with what i’m writing about – except for the fact that it’s a food item and it hints at how the silliest, most mundane things have become important facets of my life!  Uncrustables and Oreos!  Go figure. I had to laugh yesterday when I realized I was sending my wife a sweet, loving text as I was grabbing 2 giant boxes of uncrustables.  (you know – those peanut butter & jelly sandwiches – pre-made with the crusts cut-off for

 

Stark Raving Dads are formed in the fiery forges of constant motion and catastrophe. With kids – we learn we may never have a free moment again, Mom no longer appreciates our sarcastic humor, and that we weren’t completely ready. But you are not alone! There are millions of Stark Raving Dads just like you – utilizing a strong sense of self-preservation, and conveniently overlooking loaded diapers.

 

This blog is my chance to share with other Stark Raving Dads. Its also a great spot to “test drive” new poems, spotlight the “challenges” of fatherhood, and ignore the peanut butter smudges on my armrests. My parental control is being tested everyday… and it all happens – right here!

  • So this poem really has nothing to do with what i’m writing about – except for the fact that it’s a food item and it hints at how the silliest, most mundane things have become important facets of my life!  Uncrustables and Oreos!  Go figure. I had to laugh yesterday when I realized I was sending my wife a sweet, loving text as I was grabbing 2 giant boxes of uncrustables.  (you know – those peanut butter & jelly sandwiches – pre-made with the crusts cut-off for really, really picky kids.  And one of my kids still won’t eat them!!)    Anyhow, it occurred to me that this was pretty much the most unromantic moment you could imagine… love by text in the aisle of the supermarket.  I was basically just trying to cheer her up during a painful day of work… nothing risqué, just basically saying “stay strong and i love u” kinda thing.  BUT the even sadder realization......

  • Ok, so I was hoping to have my book ready by Xmas-time… actually by the end of the summer.  A few people have asked.  Unfortunately, its just not ready.  Life has intervened – aka work (and of course, kids) ! – and I just haven’t gotten it to the point I’d like.  I am oh so close.   And boy do I want to finish this passion project, but too many real-world things making it too busy. I’ll get it done, one way or another.  And hopefully, somebody will actually read and enjoy it!!  Thanks for your patience. **Note:  I was considering this cover versus the green one.  Which I believe i have in the “book” section of this website.  If you have a preference, feel free to weigh in! Sandy...

Stark Raving Dads are formed in the fiery forges of constant motion and catastrophe. With kids – we learn we may never have a free moment again, Mom no longer appreciates our sarcastic humor, and that we weren’t completely ready. But you are not alone! There are millions of Stark Raving Dads just like you – utilizing a strong sense of self-preservation, and conveniently overlooking loaded diapers.

 

This blog is my chance to share with other Stark Raving Dads. Its also a great spot to “test drive” new poems, spotlight the “challenges” of fatherhood, and ignore the peanut butter smudges on my armrests. My parental control is being tested everyday… and it all happens – right here!

RESPONSIBILITY ARRIVES ON THE

WINDS OF DIAPER CHANGE.

Stark Raving Dad