Hello and welcome to a strange new world. You have traveled far through the desert, only to be met time and again by one empty oasis after another. You are lost and alone, wandering, wondering if someone, anyone, knows how you feel. And just when you think you can't go on, and no one could possibly understand your struggle, a hand reaches out to you, lifts you to your feet, and carries you to the promised land. He feeds you knowledge, shelters you from the self-righteous (and the ridiculous), and provides you with the tools you need to survive in this brave new world. You are a stranger in a strange land, but you are not alone. Let him be your guide. Follow closely as you travel together on this adventure of a lifetime. For now, you are a foreigner to "Fatherhood" but soon YOU will be the master of this realm.

"No Man is Expendable!"

This is Fodder 4 Fathers...


I have to say, I can’t believe it’s been almost two years since we started Fodder 4 Fathers. Ironically, when we started a blog called theevilthatyouknow@blogspot.com in the spring of 2010 we had no idea what we were going to do with it. Then my daughter was born, and everything just seemed to fall in to place. In the beginning, F4F was my place to make sense of this whole fatherhood thing, but over time more and more people started to like what I had to say, and, well, things just seemed to happen from there. Our blog has been read all over the world, by parents, parenting experts, grandparents, caregivers, and non-parents alike. It’s not something we planned. It’s just a pleasant surprise- the fact that people actually take notice of what a dad has to say about parenting. Personally, I never saw myself as a role model (I’m possibly the most fallible person I know) but I do love my kid, and I think being a dad is the best job in the world. And, if that makes me noteworthy in any way, well, I guess I can live with that. 

Fodder Up! Dads - Protecting Your Children from Sexual Abuse

When I started this blog it was with the intention of educating myself about the ins and outs of what it truly means to be a “great” dad.  I didn’t have the best role model in my own father. He wasn’t what you’d call hands on, but having said that, I have no doubt that he loves me in his own, call it misguided way. He wasn’t the ideal dad, and I’ve come to accept that not every dad is meant to be an exceptional father, but to his credit, on his worst day, my dad wasn’t half as bad as some of the fathers you read about in the newspapers: the abandoners (not a word), the abusers, the abhorrent assholes who would sexually mistreat their own child.  My father was a failure in many ways, but when it came to protecting his young children from the evils of the world, my dad never let me down, and it’s sad to think not every child can say the same.