So, here’s what’s up. I’ve been a mom for 4 years. That’s degree-worthy time. I feel like I’ve changed so much over the years. I mean, just look at this photo. Gorgeous. Anyway, I’m thinking that now is the time to begin writing a book. I’ve been nesting this idea, over here, like a stubborn chicken who won’t get off her egg.
So, here’s whats up again: I’m beginning my search for real stories from real women of all ages and stages in motherhood. By real I mean don’t be all “I don’t have a funny or good or whatever adjective you want to dump in there before story-story.” I want authenticity. We all need authenticity. I want vulnerability. We all need vulnerability. Both make us better humans.
I geek out over hearing how we mother. There is always a hilarious moment or maybe a somber moment that will help us all feel more normal and less alone. Feeling more normal and less alone has always been a winning combination.
I need your voice. Your voice is brilliant and diverse. Since this book is a collection of stories from our diverse neighborhood of moms, your brilliance needs to show up.
When you figure out that you do have a funny or real honest story that fits into one of the chapters below, email me a blurb and I’ll set up a time to interview you.
Email Teresa at firstname.lastname@example.org
A time when comparing trapped you, and what you learned about yourself along the way?
A time when you chose to stay and love, even though walking away would have been much easier?
When you tried something daring and messy and the outcome was also messy?
Do you have personal hygiene hacks to share? (the good, bad and the ugly.)
Stories about failed or funny attempts to mom-date your way toward real life friendships.
Anything you tried and it didn’t go as planned?
A story about feeding yourself and your family that went crazy wrong or crazy right?
Stories about trying to talk and listen to your kids, to your partner, to your friends but it seemed like you were stuck in a communication breakdown?
Stories about how it used to be and why we might be glad to learn from the past. These are stories about raising kids as a parent from 1980/1970/1960s.
Let’s tell our stories. Email me at email@example.com
Thank you, and love you more than candy!
P.S. This is a staged photo of me and my boys. The truth about it is, en route to the photo shoot, I remembered I never brushed my teeth. Like, all day. No brushing. I ate a peppermint Altoid and smiled for the camera.