This collection of nearly ten years of internal monologues, rants, and word association football is my paean to playing stay-at-home Dad. It wasn’t just a good plan after my twenty-one years in telephone technical support. I was lucky, too. My wife trusted me to raise our two young daughters, and my publisher allowed me free rein to edit his nascent literary magazine. So here you are: one father’s exploration of writing, editing, words, and the pure confusing joy of hanging out with his children.