Blog that Puppy

Not a day goes by when I don’t think to myself, “Wow, I could blog that.” Heck, not an hour goes by, really. It’s gotten to the point where I really need to do this writing:

I had a horrible Monday this week — I couldn’t get Fern to eat, a man yelled at me at the playground, I felt overwhelmed by the thought of our baby coming so soon. By nap time I was ready to curl up into a ball… but I didn’t. Instead, I sat down and wrote about the day, and as soon as I hit “Publish” a weight lifted off my shoulders. The ache of the day remained, but dimmed, and I could get on to moving the next mountain. Without the daily exercise of writing, I think I would still be on my couch in fetal position, having served my family nothing but saltines for dinner.

I write all about it in my column this week for GNM Parents: click here for the whole article.