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is a junta of smart, edgy, and talented writer-dads, at the forefront of a revolution whose purpose is to overthrow the outdated notions of Fatherhood.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 Man Of The House, 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.
CroutonBoy's origins are shrouded in mystery. Some claim he is the last of a long-extinct super-race, trapped in polar ice and accidentally thawed during nuclear testing in the 60s. Others claim he arose from the ocean, riding two bottle-nosed dolphins and carrying a message of peace to the nations of the earth. It is also rumored that he was assembled from the spare parts of lesser geek dads, and escaped the lab in an unholy burst of rage and anguish. The world may never know the truth. What is known, however, is that he has created offspring of his own, a single child of surpassing beauty and intelligence, and sporadically writes dreck for his other blogs, Cheeky's Hideaway and My Wife Hates My Xbox. This enigmatic being is a founding member of DadCentric, and is valued for his ability to disappear for many months, then suddenly post a video of a monkey drinking its own piss then congratulating himself for "his contribution. Follow CroutonBoy on Twitter.
TwoBusy was raised by wolves. He now lives outside of Boston.
He has a blog. He also writes for MamaPop and Polite Fictions. Follow TwoBusy on Twitter.
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.
Travis "The" Holmes is the father of two hilarious young boys. The oldest, Henry, has mastered a dead perfect Redd Foxx impression while the youngest, Simon, can play "House of the Rising Sun" on his father's banjo despite the fact that he is barely a year old. Travis is married to Governor Rick Perry's personal assistant, a lovely young woman known in some circles as Ashley and in others as Agent 434. Travis himself is an enigma. Some records indicate he was raised by inmates in a Texas state prison, hidden from the guards for eighteen years and groomed to lead the prisoners to freedom in a bloody December revolt known as Snow Day (The Kind Of Snow That Is Bloody). Other records claim he is actually the world-famous Peruvian stand-up comedian Perla Santiago. They claim she obtained gender reassignment surgery in Monaco twelve years ago in order to escape political persecution in her home country after making one too many ill-timed Sesame Street jokes. His past may be shrouded in mystery, but his present is undisputed - loving husband, devoted father, and champion chinchilla trainer, Travis Holmes is the guy your wife wishes she had married instead of you. Follow Travis 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 All About Beer Magazine. He also plays bass and sings in the Chest Pains - 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.
You probably look at
Beta Dad's head shot and say, "Hey, he looks just like so-and-so." Beta Dad gets that all the time. But trust me (because I'm him), he's not.
Let's just drop the whole third person shtick, shall we? I'm a stay-at-home-dad (twin girls, born 2009) who is sometimes allowed out to teach college writing classes or build things, usually parts of houses. I'm pretty old, but that doesn't really bother me much, except when it hurts. I was an army brat, so we moved around a lot when I was a kid, and didn't live in the U.S. much. I'm envious of people who have hometowns and care about sports teams. I currently live with my wife, kids, and high-maintenance dog in a gritty urban seaside resort where no one ever grows up. I have a blog called Beta Dad with a really cool banner that someone made for me and a lot of gratuitous cuteness courtesy of my little girls. I also write for Aiming Low, a group blog where I'm one of two token males. And sometimes when I'm struck with a socio-political insight, I contribute to the venerable Daddy Dialectic. Follow Beta Dad 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.
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