God, or as I say, fate has toyed with my original prepubescent schemes about a joyful life. I thought joy was through love, material gain, and the vivaciousness of youth; however, through wisdom, gained only by nature’s commitment to keep me alive, I have found none of the aforementioned categories can be held onto while maintaining inner peace, without ethical frugality.
Although this site is scattered with trite advertisements and questionable advice, the words here are meant to be an anecdotal account of how my decisions led me to divorce, bankruptcy, foreclosure, repossession, adult solitude, and the near loss of every material item I owned. Yet, I still struggle with no regrets. The
consequences of decisions past have paved the roads of internal sanity which lead me to groves of fruits ripe with joy.I commit to this site egotistically for my sons, and altruistically for those who feel like they just can’t march on. My hope is to clear the same no-mans-land for other single male parent soldiers with far less drudgery.
I not only want to preach, but seek, through socialized networking to the mere 3 % of fathers who have custody, advice and stories of how to grow and maintain those groves.
The maintenance I speak of requires a ever watchful eye on expenditure of resources in three areas Money, Time, and Emotion. Thus, this site's menu breaks down into those categories. Please surf around, read, comment, and sign up for Google Friend Connect, as everyones personal input can do nothing but help.