“The purpose of anthropology is to make the world safe for human differences” – Ruth Benedict

I am a Stay-at-Home-Dad based in Atlanta, Georgia. My primary charge is my first-born son, Abraham, a little tyke born in October 2014. My wife is a full-time nursing student at Emory University, which leaves me with full responsibility of the little man during the daylight hours.

My purpose in creating this site is to provide a venue for new, young Stay-at-Home-Dads to discover how fathers all over the globe are caring for and nurturing their own children. In the West, and especially the United States, fatherhood and childcare are almost entirely severed these days. In an era of 40+ hour work weeks and static gender roles, men who choose a different route are often frowned upon. By tapping into the vast resources that can be found in the practices of other cultures, I hope to offer a full and hopeful picture of the roles which men can fill.

* I do not have a formal education in anthropology; rather, I have a deep and abiding interest in my fellow man, in culture, language, and belief. Hey, I never claimed to have legitimate credentials here.

Unlike some other Stay-at-Home-Dads, many of whom have “left successful careers to stay at home with the kids” my personal work history comprises such ventures as the Peace Corps, NGOs, permaculture, and Waldorf teaching. I prefer to side with Ralph Waldo Emerson’s vision of the self-reliant man:

“If our young men miscarry in their first enterprises, they lose all heart. If the young merchant fails, men say he is ruined. If the finest genius studies at one of our colleges, and is not installed in an office within one year afterwards in the cities or suburbs of Boston or New York, it seems to his friends and to himself that he is right in being disheartened, and in complaining the rest of his life. A sturdy lad from New Hampshire or Vermont, who in turn tries all the professions, who teams it, farms itpeddles it, keeps a school, preaches, edits a newspaper, goes to Congress, buys a township, and so forth, in successive years, and always, like a cat, falls on his feet, is worth a hundred of these city dolls.”


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