Everyone yells at kid’s baseball games, and at least 50% of them are completely bat shit crazy, knuckle-dragging fathers who have some warped sense of displaced childhood glory. How did I become one of them?!
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Every week, usually on a Monday, a packet of papers comes home from my son’s school. Usually it consists of a lunch menu, various PTA correspondence, a fund raiser one-sheet,... Rich's first post for Offbeat Mama was such a hit that I've asked him to write a regular monthly column for us called Step Dada-ism. In honor of Thanksgiving this week,... I always thought "blended family" sounded more like something off the Jamba Juice menu than a term you'd use to categorize relationships between parents and... Keep Reading 1 |









