Clint Edwards
Clint Edwards is the blogger behind “No Idea What I’m Doing: A Daddy Blog.” He candidly explains that he didn’t have his own father in his life after the age of nine to show him the ropes of fatherhood or to navigate the unknown twists and turns of his journey. His blog shares his frustrations and successes with humor. Of course his blog highlights his three children and his wife, Melodie.
His writing led to a book deal with MacMillan: I’m Sorry . . . Love, Your Husband (2018). He has also published This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things (Parenting. Marriage. Madness.), Silence Is a Scary Sound: And Other Stories on Living Through the Terrible Twos and Threes, and Father-ish.
Edwards was raised in Utah. He told the Deseret News that his father became addicted to opioid painkillers after a series of injuries and surgeries and left the family when Edwards was nine years old. Ten years later his father passed away.
When his wife told him she was pregnant with their first child, “he went and sobbed in the shower.” “I was so afraid that I was going to grow up to become my dad, Edwards said. “And I didn’t know how to avoid that.”[1]
Edwards studied writing for both his bachelor’s and master’s degrees. His first attempt to address his childhood was a memoir that didn’t work out. He was surprised when people started to read his blog and a year after starting it, he has published with the New York Times, the Washington Post, and the Huffington Post, and has been featured on "Good Morning America," "The Today Show," and "The View," and in People, and Redbook. He also writes for the parenting blog Scary Mommy.
He says that the experience of blogging has made him a better father. “It has made me value my children, my wife.” “I think anytime you can sit and think and reflect on your family, it’s a really good thing.”[2]
Edwards is a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and gratefully credits many “surrogate fathers, between Scouts and home teachers and bishops and just people in the community” who unknowingly filled in gaps for him.
