What Dads Are Writing

Last week, I highlighted some blogs I thought seemed very focused on showing, bravely I might add, how much dads can cherish their children. I will never be far away from this – in fact it would be nearly impossible to divorce myself from that essential theme – and I think storytelling is central to illuminating that kind of deep love. Here are a few stories some of the dads have been telling. Throw a log on the fire will you, settle back, give yourself a little time and listen, with your heart, to these fine stories.

Dad and Buried

Dad and Buried

Dad and Buried calls himself Dad and Buried on the blog Dad and Buried. Yeah, hopefully you’ll remember his handle now… you need to. He has been sometimes maligned for his fall-down-funny stories in which he, shall we say, softly, uh, dislikes his son, Detective Munch. (Actually, I just searched his site for the phrase “I hate my son” and got several pages of results.) His stories poke and tease and cajole his son, me, you, but, it is simply a beautiful, marvelously utilized, cleverly conceived… device. In this careful, sweet story he comes out from that curtain and tells a rawer, essential story. Usually, Dad and Buried has his tongue in his cheek and wears his heart on his sleeve, but, here his heart is held in his hands and his tongue desperately needs to tell this story. When you visit him, read this piece, and then look further into his archives, remember the love he just showed you, and laugh. You’ll be glad you did.


Standing in the Shallows

Standing in the Shallows

Who, in their right mind, wouldn’t want to read a blog called Standing in the Shallows, the life of a father who can’t draw hands? He presents his family in scratchily sketched handless portraits with disproportionate eyes that are so endearing I wish they were stuffies. And, he tells good stories. Simple and true stories. This perfectly titled story seems to be about baseball practice, but it’s not. It is about his daughter’s courage and truth… and his.


Just a Dad“After a glorious day that seemed ripe with pancake-batter-like experiences, I found myself in the midst of a three-year old sleep battle with my oldest son. I said, “Go to bed” and he said, “I like trains.” We were at an impasse.” Kepley, one of two guys writing a relatively new blog called JustaDad247, begins a story we could all tell, but, he sees through himself and sees his son. It’s funny, as many of the stories he and his blog partner, Pat, tell are, and, redemptive. It’s a great read and a great collaborative site.


Mindful DadStories are redemptive, hopefully. Oh, I know they don’t have to be, but, I am not a surrealist or a modernist or anything like that. I like happy endings, I like when things work out properly and justly, really, I do. Josh, at Mindful Dad, is just that, mindful. He took it upon himself to tell a story wrought with remorse about an unfortunate airport gate incident he found himself in as his six-year-old son looked on. It’s a story honestly and painfully told that speaks beautifully to the redemptive power of forgiveness. I love this story, it needed to be told but, as stories often find themselves, it wasn’t done telling itself. In a second, even more essential post, Josh follows up with just how powerful and beautiful human nature can be when we let it shine.



Dadding Full TimeNo one sings a redemption song like Brian at Dadding Full Time. With prose worthy of Cormac McCarthy he lovingly, carefully crafts, sculpts really, the story of a radiometer. It is an amazing story about a talisman he loves that reads like a short story and it left me breathless. I believe he transcends the media – as do so many bloggers – and lifts it to a place where it no longer screams across the wires, coded, cold, indifferent but instead, it lands in your soul, a happy warm memory of a story you once heard around a fire over a pint. It seriously does not matter whether you know what a radiometer is or not… he’s that good.


I made last week the necessary admission that there is an inherent subjectivity to what I am sharing here. It simply can’t be avoided. I should also admit that I know – as best one gets to know someone through social media or person messaging – many of the men who write these posts. I am a blogger, they are bloggers. We hangout in the same places, many attend the same conferences, we read and comment on each others posts in a private world to which you are not privy. We gaze into the same fire. I just thought you should know that. Thanks for listening to these stories, in so doing you honor them and the men who recognized that they needed to be told. There are many more stories yet to come, I promise.


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About ihopeiwinatoaster

I am a SaHD to twin nearly nine year old boys. I write an innocuous blog with dozens of followers. I believe in cherishing, honoring and respecting children, your children, my children, all children.

I coach sometimes, I volunteer at the schools, I play guitar when I can. I also prepare over a thousand meals a year for my family.

I believe in hope. I believe in dreams. I believe in love.

Oh, and I hate computers.


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  1. Nick says:

    The way you describe the posts all the guys write, both here and in and in the dad bloggers group is really something heartwarming. You genuinely seem to care about what we all write and take it to heart. Reading your brief takes on so many posts always pushes me to read or re-read them, to see if I can get the same type of reactions and feelings you get out of them. Thanks for sharing these and for being so genuine with your comments about each. You, sir, should win a million toasters.

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