I Messed Up. So Shoot Me. No. Don't.
There are times in life when I am not fucking paying attention. A few months ago, I ignored expiration notifications for my old blogging site, Communic8or.com, for the last time. And then it was gone. Years of blogs, some of which I wrote directly into my blog site program instead of saving to documents, experienced the fate of a matching sock in a dryer that will never be seen again. Those blog posts are now up in blog heaven somewhere, tumbling around in hot air perpetuity.
I could think of this two ways: (1) I am an idiot. This is the one I prefer not to face even if I know it to be true. (2) Providence just wanted me to start fresh, with a whole new web site and brand spanking new content. I think that’s what I’ll go with.
As the original Ultimate Communic8or, I have spent the past 20 years or so looking for freelance work, writing personal bios, creating web site content, ghostwriting people’s books, and blogging for others. Suddenly I find myself at a new crossroads that affords me the ability to look at larger, meatier projects and enables me to let go of soliciting for writing business. It’s a great place to be, and I like to feel that by now I have earned it.
So this new blogging site is just about me -- what I think, what I have experienced, and what I value – in words that hopefully entertain, inform, and inspire. My conversational (and sometimes irreverent) writing style comes at a time when I need no longer care about what people think of me. I do love the liberation of getting older.
As you can see, there are two blogs in this site. You are reading my personal blog – about topics that matter to me. Some will deserve an occasional rant, others may describe my travel observations, and still others will show my deep appreciation for the journey that continues to blossom before me. It’s about being the accidental mother of a now-public figure whose fictional mother is a deadbeat alcoholic, of being married to a man that touches my very core, of exploring my newly-revealed ethnic background (I always thought I was 100% Greek, but I find that constitutes only 61% of my DNA), and of the trials and tribulations of producing my life’s work – a book about raising empowered daughters.
The other blog on my site showcases my work at PsychologyToday.com. I am honored to have been invited to post there and continue to look far and wide for topics of interest to parents of challenging children as I diagnose parenting from a 20/20 perspective, having only given birth to one child (which was like having three).
Most of all, I thank you, my devoted readers, for sticking with me on this journey, whether cringing at my Facebook over-sharing moments or reading my blog posts and articles. I would love it – if you find this web site to be a point of respite in your busy day – to share this with others who may need the same break. I know my first and last name jammed together is a long one, but hey – it’s PHONETIC, not a calculus problem. Just sound the goddamned thing out. Oh. Sorry. Hope to see you soon.