DadCentric is a junta of smart, edgy, and talented writer-dads, at the forefront of a revolution whose purpose is to overthrow the outdated notions of Fatherhood. Here you'll find stories, essays, reviews, and interviews - written by and for modern fathers.
Jason Avant is the Founder and Managing Editor of DadCentric. He lives in an undisclosed location in north San Diego county with his wife, two kids, and a dog. From his seaside castle, he presides over a vast blogging empire that includes his personal site, Pet Cobra, writes for MamaPop, and when he needs beer money does some other business-y type social media consulting stuff. When he's not blogging, he can be found surfing or skateboarding or just gazing out his window, muttering incoherently about someone or something named Rosebud. Follow Jason on Twitter.
TwoBusy was raised by wolves. He now lives outside of Boston.
Whit Honea is many things. He is a pitcher and a belly-itcher, a father, son and a holy ghost. He is a cabbage and a king. He's a picker, a grinner, a lover and a sinner, a joker, a smoker and a midnight toker. He plays his music in the sun. He likes movies about gladiators, piña coladas and getting caught in the rain. He's not into yoga and has half a brain. He likes making love at midnight in the dunes on the Cape. He's never been in a Turkish prison but did spend the night in a Czech jail. That shit actually happened. He also stayed at a Holiday Inn last night. Whit has blogs like Abe Vigoda. He writes at his personal (see, deep and meaningful) blog The Honea Express (Honea sounds like pony) and he runs the show at Babble's FameCrawler. He is the lead editor at UpTake's Vacation Blog and flings pop culture for glitter (is not gold) over at MamaPop. He also drops knowledge at DadCentric- yes, the blog you're reading. Coincidence? I think not. Well, maybe. Follow Whit on Twitter.
While he now enjoys the comfortable suburban life of husband, father and alpaca breeder, Warren was once an entertainment business mover and shaker. You might remember him from such B-movie classics as the Civil War era horror flick, "Gone With the Zombies" or the coming-of-age screamer, "Are You There, God? It's me, Margaret and Zombies." Warren also dabbled in old school hip hop back in the day and his lyrical Midas touch can be heard on the Beastie Boys' first disc, Licensed to Ill contributing such classic lines as "What's the time?" from "Time to Get Ill" and "There it is...Kick it" from "The New Style." However, he might have peaked early as his series of "whoa whoa whoas" in MC Hammer's "You Can't Touch This" were not as well-received and after convincing Vanilla Ice to adopt dreads and speed metal, Warren moved back east. When he's not teaching his kids how to do the "running man" or the intricacies of "pop-locking," Warren can be found chasing a gopher around his favorite golf course. Rumor has it that, on his deathbed, he'll receive total consciousness. So he has that going for him. Which is nice. He also writes at mr. big dubya, The Whinery, Uptake, Draft Day Suit from time to time and every once in a while at My Wife Hates My Xbox. Follow Warren on Twitter.
Kevin McKeever blames it on a sheltered suburban childhood consisting of Mad magazine, 8-track tapes of The Knack and the pathetic teams fielded by the New York Mets in the late '70s and early '80s. After a momentary flirtation with a pretentious Ivy League college, he took the road more frequently traveled because it led him to the one of the last places in America where the drinking age was still 18. Having been saved by a Midwestern girl on her own, he is now an at-home dad of three: a daughter battling the rare autoimmune disease juvenile myositis, a son battling Pokémon and a dog in search of a better bully stick. He writes the Always Home and Uncool blog for fun and the "Party of One" newspaper column for a mere bag of shells. He is also available for corporate engagements and bar/bat mitzvahs. Follow Kevin on Twitter.
Greg Barbera is the father of two boys and was a stay-at-home dad for seven years. A self-proclaimed dadvocate, he has been blogging about the trials and tribulations of fatherhood since January 2005. He hosted the 2008 NC Dads Summit, has appeared on public radio's The Story with Dick Gordon, in the pages of Raleigh, NC's The News & Observer and on the international web site DIYFather.com. Last year - after sending his youngest son off to kindergarten - he returned to working full-time after landing a gig as the managing editor of - a punk band based in his home city of Durham, NC. Follow Greg on Twitter.
Homemaker Man is an ex-dishwasher-short order cook-baker-college student-deli man-grant writer- comic- scenester (meh)-mailman -partier. Among other things. He is currently a devoted and tired family man and occasional Zamboni driver. His impossibly attractive family consists of a three-year old daughter who can best be described as a tiny, half –elf, half drill sergeant, a one and a half year old son who can best be described as a bear cub of love, and a wife who can best be described as a delicate spray of blue and white flowers. He writes about them and whatever else catches the fluttering remains of his attention span at the blog Musings From The Big Pink. Follow Homemaker Man on Twitter.
The Didactic Pirate is frequently cranky; but it may just be the scurvy. Pie sometimes helps. He lives in San Diego where he teaches writing (the non-fun kind) to college students who are usually on the side of good, not evil. Usually. He has a wife (the Sauciest Wench in all the land) and daughter (the bloodthirsty Mini-Pirate), both of whom are the boss of him. He attempts to lob big-time Insight Grenades about parenting, teaching, writing and whatnot over on his own blog, while simultaneously embracing his Child-of-the-80s side over at Culture Brats. Every once in a great while, he's lucky enough to get a short story published somewhere, which boosts his self-esteem for a good twenty minutes or so before the inevitable ego plummet. For a pirate, he's a little needy. When he’s not blogging, teaching, or daddying, he’s usually skulking in bookstores, looking at what all those others writers are able to do. Damn them. Follow Didactic Pirate on Twitter.
Michael, aka The Muskrat, began his career as a rodent impersonator in 1993, when he slid a rat suit over his stone washed jeans and did the Hand Jive for hyperactive children at a Goodlettsville, TN Chuck E. Cheese all summer long. After a series of unplanned exits from Fortune 500 companies and one prosecution for organizing a "hide the bourbon in the mouthwash bottles" campaign at a forward operating base in Iraq, Michael decided to open his own law firm, start blogging, tweet a bit, and impregnate an archeologist three times right quick. Follow The Muskrat on Twitter.
Ron Mattocks became a dad blogger accidentally after overcompensating for the fact he couldn’t win his first wife’s approval of his parenting skills. Her approval never came, but he did manage to gain heaps of external validation by writing for a couple of other sites and making a few top blog lists. Still overcompensating, he then wrote a book about ironically meeting his second wife online, gaining two-stepdaughters, losing his job, and becoming a stay-at-home dad while trying to follow his three sons across the county. The book made no money. A one-time Army officer and playboy bachelor, Ron now prefers drinking wine on the couch with his wife, running his five kids to their next big social event, and collecting antique amusement park memorabilia. He wishes he were a better smartass. You can check out his blog Clark Kent’s Lunchbox, follow him at @CK_Lunchbox, or read his book, Sugar Milk: What One Dad Drinks When He Can’t Afford Vodka.