Finally, some news about my upcoming book: “Man of the House.”

The sequel to “Househusband” will be on bookshelves September 30. Here’s the description from the back of the cover:

“For more than a decade, Linc Menner has raised the status of househusband to an art form. . . . His gourmet cooking is sublime, his cleaning unrivaled, and his devotion to his daughter, Violet, unparalleled—all the while remaining the happy master of his domain while wife Jo brings him the bacon. … But when the Menners relocate from upstate New York to the steamy beaches of Naples, Florida, life takes an unexpected turn. The Manners are renovating—and Linc’s bliss is now a war zone of contractors, dry-wall dust, and catastrophe. Worse, suddenly surrounded by guys whose faces go blank as he expounds on the virtues of lump-free gravy, Linc realizes he has forgotten what it feels like to be a man. … So Linc trades his flip-flops for work boots, his wild mop of hair for a barbershop buzz, and marches his flabby physique to the nearest gym. His family is stunned, watching helplessly as they lose the man who keeps them all together. And when Linc attracts the secret devotion of one of Violet’s teachers, life on the home front—and hurricane season—explodes in hilarity, chaos, and the delightfully skewered but unassailable true test of being man of the house.”

Me again: So, this is another one of those books in which art imitates life. I’ve been the caregiver of our daughter since she was born, and all was well until my wife started menopause at the same time that my daughter began puberty … and it just threw me for a loop. I was writing a different book altogether, when I was complaining to my editor oneday about my problems coping in an estrogen-challenged environment, and she said, “Sounds like a sequel to Househusband to me.” So here it is.

Stay tuned. … Oh, and here’s the publicity photo for the book: