Same players, new stages.

When I first started writing about life as a parent, I was a stay-at-home, single dad, raising three young kids alone. I was an early-day anomaly in a world that hadn’t quite figured out that dads actually had the capacity and skills to be nurturing, caring and loving. Back then, I woke up every day and just tried to be the parent that my kids needed me to be.  And I wrote about it. Blemishes and all.

Those three young kids grew up – quite nicely I might add. They are all adults themselves now with lives of their own. Today, my most proud role is being their dad. Still.  So consider this a place where I talk about the rest of the story because we never stop being a parent. We just evolve.