Fact: I’m a rare breed. No, this isn’t a reference to the fact I have been the main carer for the children in my family for over a decade. It’s a reference to my status as a stepchild, a reality bought home to me by a superb podcast called You’re Not My Mum.
I’ve wanted to publish about stepdads for a while. A stepchild myself, it’s a subject close to my heart.
I read a fascinating post the other day on the Modern Dad Pages blog (Editor’s note: The aforementioned blog is no longer online). In the post Rod, the author, was arguing that the term blended family or step family isn’t necessary. We should, Rod stated, refer to such family units as “family”. The sentiments Rod
Where are the stepfathers and stepsons? This may sound like a very blunt question but seriously, where are they? I’ve been inspired to ask this question by the Times newspaper. Just the other day it published an exceedingly dreary and dreadfully predictable feature. On the front cover of its Body and Soul section it promised,
