The book

Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

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The book

Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

The blog
  • Oy!  So here’s a poem I wrote about flushing my son’s fish, then replacing it with another without telling them.  I’m not really proud of it.   So I thought in this post I could kind of explain my rationale.  Some of it is in the poem… like the part about the 3rd fish to go and die.  Yes, that’s true.  But the whole story is that each of my boys had a fish.  But my younger son’s fish was always the one that seemed to die.   And not long before this “inci

 

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!

  • Oy!  So here’s a poem I wrote about flushing my son’s fish, then replacing it with another without telling them.  I’m not really proud of it.   So I thought in this post I could kind of explain my rationale.  Some of it is in the poem… like the part about the 3rd fish to go and die.  Yes, that’s true.  But the whole story is that each of my boys had a fish.  But my younger son’s fish was always the one that seemed to die.   And not long before this “incident”.  Our cat had been run-over and killed.  (yeah, heavy stuff)  After the second fish died, my younger son looked up at me with teary eyes and moaned “why do all my pets die??”  AND this was before the run-over cat!   SO when I was staring down at this glassy-eyed dead fish in his bowl – you know I was NOT looking forward to telling him.......

  • Here we are.  Fall is upon us.  I’m digging through old pictures and realizing how fast my kids are growing up.  I mean fast!  This pic is just from a few years ago, but my kids are so different.  We’ve actually graduated from letting them do the corn maze alone, to possibly maybe letting them do the corn maze AT NIGHT! with their friends.  That’s a big step in the October Halloween world.  Yes, we’re moving into the tweens.  Ugh. Anyhow, the book has gone through its initial 1st proof stage!  All the art is in it.  All the poems are done.  Its just tweaking time!  I think its really coming together. Unfortunately, we’re still trying to figure out the cover.  Apparently, a number of people are concerned about the “dad on toilet” pic my kids drew.  So we’re trying very hard to find an alternate.  It’s NOT easy.  I’m hopeful we’ll have something soon. In the meantime, the link......

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