Friday, January 1, 2010

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Hey, readers:

I say I have no idea what I’m doing because my father wasn’t around when I was a child. He left when I was nine, and he was in and out of jail until he died from drug addiction. He was 49. I was 19. I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing because I didn’t have a father in my life. I still don’t have someone to turn to when it comes to fatherly questions, so I’m making this up as I go. And that’s what you will find here: me honestly trying to figure it out. You are going to read about my frustrations and my successes, and how I try to laugh whenever possible. You are going to meet my charming and spitfire wife, Mel, and our snarky, needy, wonderful, and frustrating three children.

This is the most honest account of parenting you will find on the web. I hope you can learn something from my mistakes, and realize that being frustrated, confused, and exhilarated as a parent is normal.