<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-402989468847663083</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:55:48.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Dads Story</title><subtitle type='html'>A perspective from a single black father</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/402989468847663083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tr.baskin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327140697849821047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4YTo_gGQxbA/SDCmMVh4h-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5m9gAgXOtkI/S220/m_d3e98540f8dc84a7ba91a5de996590c5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-402989468847663083.post-3858575007733756951</id><published>2009-06-25T09:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:08:48.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes for Men</title><summary type='text'>Classes for Men atTHE ADULT LEARNING CENTERREGISTRATION MUST BE COMPLETEDby Friday, August 14th 2009NOTE: DUE TO THE COMPLEXITY AND DIFFICULTY LEVEL OF THEIR CONTENTS, CLASS SIZES WILL BE LIMITED TO 8 PARTICIPANTS MAXIMUMClass 1How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays--Step by Step, with Slide Presentation.Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.Class 2The Toilet Paper Roll-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3858575007733756951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=402989468847663083&amp;postID=3858575007733756951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/402989468847663083/posts/default/3858575007733756951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/402989468847663083/posts/default/3858575007733756951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/classes-for-men.html' title='Classes for Men'/><author><name>tr.baskin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327140697849821047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4YTo_gGQxbA/SDCmMVh4h-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5m9gAgXOtkI/S220/m_d3e98540f8dc84a7ba91a5de996590c5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-402989468847663083.post-482339103604789703</id><published>2009-06-08T13:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:17:56.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurity??</title><summary type='text'>Being a single parent is sometimes frustrating. Now I realized what my mother went through when she raised me and my two other siblings. The problem I have now is that I am currently dating a woman who has a little boy who is two years of age. When I start to play with him, she wants me to play with her too. Now we spend a lot of time together and we have our moments where we play together, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/feeds/482339103604789703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=402989468847663083&amp;postID=482339103604789703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/402989468847663083/posts/default/482339103604789703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/402989468847663083/posts/default/482339103604789703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/insecurity.html' title='Insecurity??'/><author><name>tr.baskin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327140697849821047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4YTo_gGQxbA/SDCmMVh4h-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5m9gAgXOtkI/S220/m_d3e98540f8dc84a7ba91a5de996590c5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-402989468847663083.post-2665779894120887753</id><published>2009-05-21T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:28:10.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I LIKE A BOY IN MY CLASS"</title><summary type='text'>If you’re a man raising a little girl, those are the words that you have been dreading to hear. Those words take me back to when I started to like girls. As I grew to be a teenager, liking girls got me into a whole lot of trouble. Natasha will be 11 later on this year and I was so hoping that I wouldn’t have to hear these words for at least another two years, but here I am, at the fork in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2665779894120887753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=402989468847663083&amp;postID=2665779894120887753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/402989468847663083/posts/default/2665779894120887753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/402989468847663083/posts/default/2665779894120887753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like-boy-in-my-class.html' title='&quot;I LIKE A BOY IN MY CLASS&quot;'/><author><name>tr.baskin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327140697849821047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4YTo_gGQxbA/SDCmMVh4h-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5m9gAgXOtkI/S220/m_d3e98540f8dc84a7ba91a5de996590c5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-402989468847663083.post-4526781503814486218</id><published>2008-05-28T14:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:52:12.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Dilemma</title><summary type='text'>Every year at this time, I go through the same dilemma, what am I going to do with my daughter for the summer? The last two summers, she went up to New Jersey to stay with her aunts on her mother’s side of the family. Hopefully they want her to come back this year also. I usually let them call me because I don’t want to seem like they have to do this every year (although I am grateful). Her mom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4526781503814486218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=402989468847663083&amp;postID=4526781503814486218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/402989468847663083/posts/default/4526781503814486218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/402989468847663083/posts/default/4526781503814486218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/summertime-dilemma.html' title='Summertime Dilemma'/><author><name>tr.baskin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327140697849821047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4YTo_gGQxbA/SDCmMVh4h-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5m9gAgXOtkI/S220/m_d3e98540f8dc84a7ba91a5de996590c5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-402989468847663083.post-762930352900576070</id><published>2008-05-23T10:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:24:20.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Options other than college</title><summary type='text'>When I was going to school, it was always told to me to get good grades so that I will be able to attend college, and after that, get a job that pays pretty good. In today’s world where unemployment is high and continues to rise and jobs harder to get, is that still good advice to pass along to our up and coming generation of children? Why do we keep insisting that our children are better off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/feeds/762930352900576070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=402989468847663083&amp;postID=762930352900576070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/402989468847663083/posts/default/762930352900576070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/402989468847663083/posts/default/762930352900576070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/options-other-than-college.html' title='Options other than college'/><author><name>tr.baskin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327140697849821047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4YTo_gGQxbA/SDCmMVh4h-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5m9gAgXOtkI/S220/m_d3e98540f8dc84a7ba91a5de996590c5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-402989468847663083.post-2416168728542061942</id><published>2008-05-18T17:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:44:12.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puberty the beginning</title><summary type='text'>My title says it all. My name is Thomas, I am a single father of a 9 year old girl. e live in Virginia in a two bedroom duplex. It is interesting being a single parent to a girl who will soon be coming of age. Just the other day I was looking at her. She is starting to develope her chest. So I say to her " Tasha we are going to have to go buy you some training bra's." She looks at me and says" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2416168728542061942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=402989468847663083&amp;postID=2416168728542061942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/402989468847663083/posts/default/2416168728542061942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/402989468847663083/posts/default/2416168728542061942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singledadstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/puberty-beginning.html' title='Puberty the beginning'/><author><name>tr.baskin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327140697849821047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4YTo_gGQxbA/SDCmMVh4h-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5m9gAgXOtkI/S220/m_d3e98540f8dc84a7ba91a5de996590c5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
