A Meandering Path Somewhere Between Michigan and North Carolina
Recently I have had this niggling desire to write. It has been a niggling desire that I have hushed up with social media, Food Network, and Utz potato chips. If I am honest, I have been unmotivated to empower my writing self because I am afraid. I am afraid that I do not have anything new or relevant to say. Additionally I have realized that most of my obsessive thoughts spiral around my children, and, as they grow older, I do not feel as though I have permission to write publicly about their experiences. Sharing an anecdote about the cute thing your three year old did at the park is completely different from venting about your fourteen year old’s friend drama. (I was recently mortified when I read a blog in which a mother had written in detail about her daughter’s experience with puberty along with a self-congratulatory description of all the cute things she had done as a mother to make her daughter’s first period a “special celebration”. Could you...