I’m done blogging. I’m not blogging again. Blogging is not my job and to every email pitching something that all the mommies will always love I simply reply, “I’m not a blogger anymore please take me off your list.” That felt really great. I like the idea of not being on every publicist’s email list.
One of the things that I’ve noticed as a reader is that there are a number of books that are good, great even, until the ending and then they sort of just unravel and stop. It’s as though the author knew they needed to stop writing but didn’t quite know how. I fear that this
Yesterday we went to a museum. Actually I should say that yesterday we went to yet another museum. A museum Mr. G had no interest in going to, a museum that Jane had been to just 10 days prior and the 8th museum in the third country that my son had visited since March 12th.
I’m living on bread and butter and whatever else is making it’s way into the sandwiches. Mostly ham, always with at least one cheese. I might be gaining weight but it’s happy weight so it’s good. I think. Alexander arrived in Paris just a few hours ago so we settled him in and went for
This weekend someone texted a link to a post on Scary Mommy along with the words, “read to the end”. So I did. I sputtered and reread the words and then I thought I’d read it again, I was incredulous. I haven’t read Scary Mommy since it was a one woman website and I knew