MommaSaid.netI could tell by the way she was bopping to the background music, her blonde curls bouncing, dangling earrings swinging, that she loved her job. I, on the other hand, couldn't wait to go home. I was 23-year-old advertising account executive with a bottle of Pepto Bismol in my briefcase. She was a voiceover artist who'd obviously found what she loved to do for a living. I wished I could feel the same way about my job.
Thanks to this blog, I have.
When the folks at Good Housekeeping asked me two years ago to blog about my life as the mother of two tweens, I figured I'd focus on the soccer games and the mini-van and the mud. And I often did. Whether I confessed about letting my son's Cub Scouts den write a story about monkeys vs. soccer moms, or reported on how the third graders crushed the parents in kickball, Good Grief was often the Erma Bombeckian chronicle on parenting I'd envisioned it would be.
And then I got cancer.
Six weeks after I started writing this blog, IRead More »from Farewell to the Blog, but Not to the Blogger