What Comes After Sweet 16?

And no, there is no punch line here. I just wanted to send out a very happy birthday to my youngest boy, The Monkey Prodigy. Today he turns 17. I am really not sure how that happened. I think he was no older than nine just yesterday. And now he’s getting into jazz he says. Very cool….

Grateful Slideshow

Well, it was a busy day for me, but I’m home. Called my dad. Going to call my boys. I hope wherever you are, your Thursday was good to you. And if you live in the United States, I wish you a happy Thanksgiving. There are a lot of great people in my life that…

Unhappy Wedding, PUP and Personality

Warning, this may be one of those “Ends and Odds” posts of mine which are all over the map. Sort of just taking a fatherly, intellectual, spiritual, poetic dump. Um, yeah. I would bet that somewhere there is a blogging tutorial which instructs writers to never begin a post with a warning and apology, and…

Another Proud Pops Post

I’ve talked a lot here on the Dad Poet blog about how proud my sons make me. But I hope you’ll indulge me in another proud pops post. Pops, that’s what Jo, my oldest calls me. “Does it make you feel old?” he asks. “Yes,” I reply. “Seriously?” “No, not really. I kinda like it.”…

The Dike at Dusk, a Birthday Walk in Color and Shadow

Due to various reasons the boys and I had to wait until Sunday to celebrate the anniversary of the old man’s leap from Grandma’s womb. I know, it’s a startling image, but that’s how it happened. I tried to leap back but mom wasn’t having any of that. I was cooking and doing my own…

Another Proud Pops Story

That’s what he calls me when he says  hello on the phone, or when he hugs me goodbye, “Pops.” Somehow it doesn’t really make me feel old, though he is in the middle of his college career now, making the grades and as always, making me proud. I was never good at sports myself, though…