Dan Alatorre was born in Hamilton, Ohio, and (after a frustrating year or so of pretending to be an engineering technology student at the University of Dayton) transferred to the University of South Florida in Tampa, Florida, where he graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree in Business. A few years later, after taking a sample Mensa test in Playboy magazine, he sat for a supervised Mensa exam, passed, and became a member of Mensa. Thusly inspired, he went on to earn an MBA from Tampa College.
Dan was just a normal guy doing normal things until he and his wife were blessed with a baby when he was about 47 years old. Some will argue he was never a normal guy, but nobody will argue that the addition of a bouncing baby girl changed his life. Savannah and her Mommy, her Daddy, her dog Buddy and her cat Kitty all live together in Lutz, Florida, next door to Tampa.
Dan can be contacted through Facebook https://www.facebook.com/SavvyStoriesByDanAlatorre
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and his Blog http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6177553476767682623#editor/target=post;postID=6334923447432665526;onPublishedMenu=posts;onClosedMenu=posts;postNum=0;src=postname
My writing is done in a simple, plain spoken approach, and I try to put the reader right in the room with me.
What people have found interesting about my stuff - at least what they've told me - is that it's interesting to hear all this from the dad's point of view, and not as a bumbling TV sitcom dad, but as a real, thoughtful, functioning human being. My wife had to stop reading my stories because she would cry (in a good way, I think) and her friends who would read it would cry...
It became my goal to have everyone I know cry first thing every morning. Or laugh; I could go either way.
There is a lot of fun stuff in this book and I think you will be touched by it. You'll re-live memories and remember things that you never thought that you knew. I tell folks that my kid isn't any funnier or more unique than anybody else's kid; ALL kids do these things. I just wrote them down. And you'll know what I mean by the end of chapter 3.