Confidence That Bleeds
Sep04

Confidence That Bleeds

Aunt Flow.  Crimson Tide.  Red Sea.  The Rag.  TOM (time of the month) You can give it any name you want; there are plenty of them.  It’s inevitable.  It’s going to happen.  You might not want to think about it but it doesn’t make it go away.  You can prepare all you want but you’ll never know when or where this event will take place.  If you have a daughter, she is going to start menstruating one day; the inaugural event I’ve...

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I Got What I Asked For
Aug28

I Got What I Asked For

So I posted this on the Full-Time Daddy Facebook page the other day: Been trying to decide on what to write about next. Can you help me out? (These aren’t titles, just ideas) 1) My habit of falling back into patterns 2) How I deal with other people’s children 3) My experience with 30 days of online dating If you have a better idea, or maybe want a guy/dad perspective on something, send me a message. I’ll respond...

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My Imaginary Friend
Aug20

My Imaginary Friend

It affects my relationships to the point I’m unable to hear what you’re saying, let alone comprehend it.  It takes the enjoyment out of moments, and I’m less observant of my environment.  It’s like a leech sucking the blood, little by little, and dehydrating my happiness.  It takes my energy, my focus and my ability to pursue the good in things.  It consumes my every thought, and drains me emotionally.  It kills me. It’s called Worry,...

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A Sobering Story of a Dad I Once Knew
Jun26

A Sobering Story of a Dad I Once Knew

A dad’s road to sobriety and the risk of losing his children. He was 27 years old, a single dad with custody of his seven-year old daughter.  He was awarded custody about six years prior while his daughter was still an infant.  He got married when his daughter was about 3, welcomed another child, but the marriage was heading for divorce.  He was a good dad and provided for his little mini-blended family.  He would say, “The...

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The Best Lie I Ever Told

I remember telling my daughters’ moms that I couldn’t get the girls that weekend because I had something work-related that came up and I had to go out of town for something more important. The truth is that I lied.  I was broke. Not only was my electricity about to be turned off, but so was my water.  Payday was far away and I scrambled trying to figure out what I’d do, what I could pawn and how I could make just a little bit of money...

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