Raising Hell is a new perspective on family life. If Erma Bombeck and Ozzie Osbourne had a bastard child and added caffeine, it would look a lot like Raising Hell. Raising Hell looks like a typewriter and sounds like a lawnmower. Raising Hell is red meat at a vegetarian restaurant. It’s the dispeptic hippopotamus at the tea party. Raising Hell is about finding love and beauty in chaos and panic.

It’s about parenting. It’s about bad parenting and good parenting and the grey area between. It’s about our kids and your kids and our neighbor’s kids. It’s about sibling rivalry and gum wads under the kitchen table. It’s about video games and school concerts and temper tantrums. It’s about being parents or knowing parents or wanting to be parents or not wanting to be parents.

It’s for everyone. We can learn from each other or laugh at each other and swear we will never do these things with our own kids even though we know we will. We can ask questions and get answers and maybe not get any answers but still get a few laughs.

Finally, a parenting magazine for everyone – devoted parents and child-haters alike. My brainchild, like the shoe project, only, uh, different. Serious this time because parenting is a serious thing. Which isn’t to say that it can’t be funny. Featuring Michele, Melly and Pat, designed by Sheila, born from the sweating brow of kd. Go there now.