Mother
With a two year old in tow when I trundle out the door, it’s hard not to identify myself first and foremost as a mom.
I’ve also got a private love of writing, which occasionally makes it online at my momblog. Sometimes, it’s funny. Sometimes, it’s poignant. Sometimes, it’s useless. Sometimes, it sucks. Either way, writing publicly has opened up a world of fellow parents who identify with my parenting style or, at least, find the stories I tell mildly comforting.
Like all parents, I think my child is possibly the best one in the world. Unlike most parents, I don’t think my child can beat yours up. In fact, she’s a bit of a wimp. We’re working on it. But she will beat your kid in a wing-wearing, song-singing, hopping-included, dance contest any day of the week.


