Goodnight upside down

The man heard ringing and folded his book and set it down on the arm of the couch and stood wearily and walked across the room and lifted the phone from its cradle and put it to his ear and said hello and heard the deep familiar voice. Happy birthday, young man. Hey,...
A poem for mom

A poem for mom

Yes, I realize this is called the dad story project, but this was too precious to dismiss on a gender technicality. My daughter Amanda wrote this little poem for her mom (who just happens to be my wife, Karen, which is always handy). You work for decades to give your...

The best hardest job

“Are you coming down with something?” the man asked his daughter as he walked by. She home for a few days of rest with her family. A much needed break from getting her second college degree. Enjoy mom’s cooking, dad’s laughter, a few nights back in her old room. He...
A treasure found in my bible

A treasure found in my bible

I was at my men’s bible study this morning, and when I opened my bible case and started flipping pages I found an old bookmark that my daughter had made me about fifteen years before. And at 23 years-old she is still keeping her word (and the feelings are...

My daugher’s poem

My college daughter posted this today on a poetry website she’s a part of. Made me cry happy tears. Never felt closer to her in the last 23 years and 50 days. I suppose it’s easy to get close when you’re both clinging to the same life raft. She flies...
The blessings of things hoped for

The blessings of things hoped for

Our Jen, with first daughter Sophie. This story was first published in The Bridgton News, April, 2010, and later published in the second book in The Dad Story Project series: THE TUG OF THE STRING: Stories about staying connected I began praying for my future...