Oh my blog is a precious thing to me! No matter what’s up, I can find someone who will console me or reprimand me or remind me of what’s really important. You buck me up, cheer me up, set me back up on my feet and send me on my way. Thank you. I’m feeling much less miserable and much more inspired today.
And so my gift to you, dear internets, is a muxtape. It’s like a mixtape only the magic of the world wide web makes it easier to share. You can find my muxtape here. And if there’s a song you dearly love, let me know and I’ll hook you right up. (I made the tape because I personally can’t stop replaying “To the Country” — first song on my mix, I mean mux.)
I have two kids and a delightfully odd husband, Brett. My children are Noah (born to us in 1997) and Madison (born to her first mom, Pennie, in 2004 and brought to our family through a domestic, open adoption). They are my inspiration and also the reason I don't get more done around here.
I'm a writer and sometimes I get published, which is a nice thing. I write for joy, I write for money and when I'm very lucky, both things happen at the same time. My work appears in national publications including Yoga Journal, Disney's Family.com, Utne, Wondertime, Brain Child and Salon. Currently I am working on a book about my daughter's adoption and seeking representation for the proposal. I also own Smart Cookie Communications with my husband.
Julia
April 25th, 2008 at 11:59 am
I missed supporting you on your last post (then I asked you for a favor!), because I would be in my own little drama. But thank you too, for helping ME put things in perspective.
Cecily
April 25th, 2008 at 7:36 pm
Your story about Madison made me sad, but it also reminded me of my own ballet class experience.
I felt weird and left out because I was poor and my mom couldn’t afford the tutus that all the other girls had. As a result, I made up some crazy excuse (I am NOT suggesting Madison did any such thing) that got me out of the class and never went again.
I wish my mom had made me go. And I wish my mom was as tuned in to how I actually felt as you are to Madison.