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,...
Sucking up the lady bugs

Sucking up the lady bugs

I could never be single. My wife Karen and I do lots of stuff together. Have for over three decades. We don’t live extravagantly. Can’t afford it. Wouldn’t do it anyway. And so our days are simple and straightforward, ordinary; some might even think them lackluster...
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...