Fatherhood is an amazing adventure in your life. Unfortunately, by the fourth sleepless night… you probably won’t remember any of it. You suddenly have a lot on your hands – like germs, spit-up, and probably snot. So 7 years in, I finally decided to turn all my fatherly angst into something productive… poetry! It has since expanded a bit. But basically – everything here is based on real life, real joy, and real torment.
If you’re a STARK RAVING DAD, you are not alone! This is the place where suffering and sentiment go hand-in- hand. Dealing with overly-sticky fridge handles, ordering cheese pizza for every meal, and picking craisins out of your couch cushions is all part of the fun!
Welcome to the club.