When I became a single mother, someone laughed and told me that I now had a baby daddy. The old school song, "That's Just My Baby Daddy" played in my head. I pictured a man wearing a "wife beater" undershirt, drinking a 40 ounce bottle of beer, and yelling, "I ain't paying some chick child support for her to get her hur and nails did, pay her utility bills, and have some other … [Read more...]