Mama Speaks

So I decided that I am going to participate in NaBloPoMo (http://www.blogher.com/blogher-topics/blogging-social-media/nablopomo) after seeing The Feminist Breeder mention it on her Facebook. Today's prompt asks to write about why you love to write. I love to write, and I always have.  In my early teen years, I wrote angsty poetry with a group of my friends.  I journaled.  I wrote unsent letters.  In my later teen years, I discovered blogging.  I blogged in diary format for years.  Two years into my blogging, the server I'd been using (UJournal) crashed and lost everything.  Even though I was devastated, I moved on and picked up with another blog.  When I went to Guatemala to teach English for a month after graduating college, I blogged about my adventures there.  Back in the day of Myspace, I did blogged using their feature.   Then, I stopped.   About one year ago, I decided to jokingly start a blog, hoping to b...

Life is a Verb: 37 Days to Wake Up, Be Mindful, and Live Intentionally I'm reading a new book on my Kindle, and I'm really enjoying it (thanks to Ette for funding this special birthday purchase) so far.  It starts off talking about how the author's stepdad was diagnosed with lung cancer and died 37 days later.  It goes on to talk about how eventually we are all 37 days away from our own death... The question is not a new one: how would you spend those days?  The author goes on to explain that as a mother of small children, we probably wouldn't spend it doing wild, crazy, extravagant things like going around the world.  Nor would we spend the time dusting and scrubbing and organizing and straightening the house.  Instead, we'd eat more pancakes and play harder and all those things we do on "special occasions."  Another point the author makes is that what we write is the legacy we leave behind.  She even went on to talk about how our children deser...