Before I devoted more efforts to my Unemployment Cookbook and other writing projects, I blogged much more regularly. From August 2011 through November 2012 I blogged every day. Every. Single. Day.
And while most of it was wonderful, you must admit, there were times when you, as a reader, weren’t too keen on the fact that I wrote every single day. Quality over Quantity was not always my motto.
Of course, now it is. Now, with the Cookbook in production, A Study on the Ten Commandments in pre-editing stages, joining the California Writer’s Club, working a full-time day job, Meal Planning and starting this year’s Housing Project, I’m busier than ever before.
My relationship with Dot has changed. She’s 18 now, an adult. But she’s still my child.
Our time together is more precious to me as our conversations are deeper than before, and our outings more adventurous. I love hearing about her college experiences. I like a little less that she drives. A lot. She loves it. And I love having another driver in the family. But I dislike the whole waiting-up-until-she-gets-home-no-matter-what-time-it-is thing. [Side Note to My Mother: I am now, and assuredly will always be, grateful for the endless mothering moments you endured without losing your sanity. You are my example!]
So… as you can surmise, I most definitely have not been mindlessly blogging of late. Previously, on my Facebook page, I would link up the posts from a year ago any particular day. Since I haven’t been Blogging daily since the holidays, that little task went by the wayside.
As a way of getting back into Better Blogging, and to make up for that lack thereof, the following are a few links from the Year-Ago Files for the the month of February.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
You may also enjoy reading:
Teaching My Teenager How to Drive (Or, Rather, How She Taught Me to Teach Her)
“Life is What Happens When You Make Other Plans…” Yadayadayada…
A Good Name
For The Birds
This Thing Called Pinterest
Mojo Book Review: “The Haunting of America” by Jean Anderson
Why Does Being Politically Correct Mean the Loss of Common Sense?
Davy Jones is Dead
Mothers are always going to be worrying, no matter how old the kids get.