After finding myself in the unemployment line for the second time in two years, I started a blog in 2009 as a way to showcase my writing so I could get a "real job." I soon discovered that life behind a keyboard beats a corner window office any day of the week. When I'm not writing, blogging, vlogging, or consulting in the social media space, I try to do good in the world, in my neighborhood, and in my family of one kid, one husband, one dog, two cats, and a fish.
That's the question that startled me into the realization that I was wholly and completely unprepared for motherhood.
Becoming a parent wasn't a natural choice for me. I didn't have that biological clock ticking away and I certainly didn't hear the alarm even as I approached "advanced maternal age." And yet I was pretty sure that if I didn't give the whole motherhood thing a try, I'd regret it until my dying day.