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
  • If you were to ask me – what’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done? before I had kids. I would have said – moving to NY, or surviving an all-night work deadline, or putting on snow chains in the slush at 10 degrees. But then… (dramatic pause)… I had kids. And without a doubt, the hardest thing I’ve ever done – is survive them. As evidenced by this pencil driven through my oldest’s son’s breakfast bagels… the challenges never-ever-n

 

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!

  • If you were to ask me – what’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done? before I had kids. I would have said – moving to NY, or surviving an all-night work deadline, or putting on snow chains in the slush at 10 degrees. But then… (dramatic pause)… I had kids. And without a doubt, the hardest thing I’ve ever done – is survive them. As evidenced by this pencil driven through my oldest’s son’s breakfast bagels… the challenges never-ever-never-ever cease. Its not just the exhaustion and lack of sleep. (Of course, years and years of sleepless nights add to it) It’s the constant mental dueling. And it never ends!! From getting them to pick up socks out of the bathroom and the living room and off the couch and out of the front yard, to getting them to get ready, to realizing they’re never gonna remember their jacket(or their soccer ball, or their cleats), then comes the ultimate battle —......

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