Hello readers, it’s been a while.
I started blogging in late 2007, part of a tsunami of Mommy bloggers. My blog (inaccessible now) titled Blogging is Cheaper Than Therapy was a place for me to write, vent and share both the easy and hard days parenting. There were plenty of both.
I tried to be funny, laugh at myself and also share the sweet and tender moments, if for no other reason than to remind myself that all the days weren’t hard. I enjoyed crafting the blogs and occasionally learned something through that reflection.
I admit I had dreams of my blog going viral and getting my own column on Huffington Post, which would naturally lead to a book deal. After that I would finish my unfinished novels which would be published and someone would buy the film rights I could retire from practicing law (which I don’t hate, but would much rather write novels than legal opinions.)
It didn’t turn out that way. I topped out at 14 followers on Blogger, though a few of my posts got a lot of hits. My friends loved my blog, told me I was the new Erma Bombeck and that I must be spying on them as I was writing about their lives. These comments kept me going.
I wrote pretty consistently though to 2012, which included some therapeutic posts around the time and after my Mom died in 2011. In 2013 it devolved into mostly picture sharing and then I just stopped.
Why am I going through this history? This year of the pandemic has gifted me hyper-awareness of our toilet paper inventory and ability to measure a two meter buffer from my fellow citizens. And time for writing (I am not commuting or doing anything else but working). I am well on the way to finishing my first novel. I thought I would also resurrect my blogging.
I will repost some of my old favorites, but you will be happy to know my neuroses have not diminished in the last seven years so I will have some new material.
~KH