Mr. Mom

So here we are.

After a couple years of stressing, and several months of really stressing, we've arrived in Clemson — or Seneca, to be more precise. The plan for the next 360-or-so days is for Stacey to complete her internship in clinical psychology at a nearby counseling center while I stay at home with our now-15-month old son. I'm not bothering to post anonymously, or change any names, because I don't plan on writing about anything that would get anyone in trouble. This is just going to be me writing about my journey from a steady job (and a paycheck) as a writer that I absolutely loved for a non-paying job, taking care of my son in an extremely rural setting.

I'm sure there will be way too many references to Mr. Mom, the very fine film starring Michael Keaton (did you catch the one at the very top of the page?), and I won't have the luxury of my old editor making everything I write sound coherent, ("Me fail English? That's unpossible!") but it will be fun — for me. If you want to have fun, start your own blog.