Welcome to Momma's Write

I didn’t think I wanted to blog about life with my new son. Too personal. Who wants to read about more boobs and poop? Aren’t there already about 2 million mommy blogs? And why should you care about my weekend, which could be summed up like this: infant suppository, primal screaming, bloody thumb. (Curious?)

Who wants to read more baby stuff?

Well, I do, I realized. And we probably have this in common. I want to read more, and I can’t get enough! It’s like dark chocolate with sea salt (you must try). It’s like buttercream-frosted cupcakes. It’s like a runner's high (if I could remember what that felt like). I’m addicted to the glut of reading materials on everything baby. (Aren’t you?)

Yes, I want to read more about boobs, poop, reflux, binky, blanky and bedtime. And apparently, loads of other moms and dads do, too.  Case in point: the parenting shelf at your local bookstore. More importantly, I realized I want to write more about it. (Yes, about the boobs and poop.)

See, I’m a freelance journalist and author of nonfiction books (Dog Lover’s Daily Companion, John Deere’s 52 Landscaping Projects and others published by Quarry Books). I spend my days interviewing interesting people and writing about them for magazines. I’m a feature writer. And I’m a copywriter who collaborates with design firms and corporations to generate branding materials, marketing collateral, websites, all sorts of stuff. Words are my life. And now, those words have collided with a perfect storm named Max.

I’m afraid if I don’t start writing about the episodes Max and I—and our fearless Manager, Mayzie the Scottie dog—confront on a daily basis, they’ll disappear with the quick-paced calendar. He’s already 15 weeks old and all I’ve got are crib notes (pardon the pun) with good intentions to write soulful entries for his baby book. This will never happen if I don’t start writing—and let it all out. Because as a professional writer, I’ve got a hang-up about writing things that are just “for me.” I obsess over the content, the flow, the language, the grammar. It never gets done because I’m on deadline for something else (that pays me). But enough of that noise. I’ve decided I don’t want to lose precious memories, so I’m going to shut down the bossy editor who lives in my head and start telling these stories.

So here I am, after quite a hiatus from writing blogs that are personal and not marketing-driven for my business, WriteHand Co. I’m inspired, big time. (Thanks, Max.) I’m going to start pouring out my daily babble and maybe even entertaining a few people in the meantime. (You can let me know if I’m accomplishing this by commenting on my posts.) And I’m going to write three times weekly. (This is my personal accountability stunt: hold me to it.)

And here’s the best thing: I’m inviting you to join the party. (BYOB—that’s Bring Your Own Baby…and beer, or both.) So, don't be surprised if I contact you for an "interview." I’ll feature sections of my blog, including:

• Birth Stories: Everyone loves to read and share the details of their very own Labor Day. I'll be asking you to share yours.
• What’s Up With That? It happened, you cringed, you laughed, you cried, then you figured out how to move on. (Thank goodness!)
• Recipes: For baby, for families, for mom’s cravings..
• What I Learned About…Moms share snippets that save us money, time, sanity.

I hope you’ll find this blog to be entertaining, resourceful – like a much-needed coffee break with a good friend who feels just as exhausted yet elated, frazzled yet empowered. (Isn’t it funny how these emotions all do the tango?)

Now it’s time to get started…here’s hoping you’ll suck down the words on Momma’s Write and love them like your first postpartum beer.