I’m submitting this post for Project Mom, a potential new reality TV series about mom bloggers:
I’m a mom of four kids (including newborn twins) and yes, I’m breast feeding two babies while I type this. I used to be a serious, Ivy league trained TV journalist and now I’m a definitely-not-so-serious humor writer. 9-11 changed everything for me.
It was 1997. Wearing a pager was still cool and I couldn’t wait for new episodes of “Friends” because I knew if Ross and Rachel could finally get together, there was romantic hope for me. I moved from Manhattan to Montana to pursue my dream of being a TV reporter.
My voice in 1997: A smart, high pitched blond with bright red lipstick who loved to tell other people’s stories.
Over the next 5 years, I would make my way back to the Northeast. But on September 11th, 2001, I drove from my apartment in Manhattan to my job in Connecticut and just as I was arriving, it happened.
I no longer did stories on the opening of a new baseball arena. Or a court proceeding. Or a local pet fashion show. Just endless days of reporting this unimaginable tragedy. And I remember one particular day when I was knocking on the door of yet another widow. I was gazing at her wedding photo through the panes of glass when I noticed her lying in a hammock outside.
I didn’t want to bother her. But it was my job.
“Excuse me, Miss. I am so sorry. I know you have suffered a horrible loss. I’m a reporter for Channel 12 and –,” I began.
“Do you know that is the first time I’ve fallen asleep in days?! And you woke me up. How could you do that? I have no comment.”
“I’m so sorry,” was all I could manage to say.
And as I slunk back to my car, I knew this just couldn’t be my life’s work.
After a couple more years, I gave up TV reporting and started something called mothering.
And I began to realize that I didn’t want to bring anguish into other people’s lives. I wanted to make them laugh. I started a humor blog.
My voice in 2010: I tell my own story. I write about everything from changing my daughter’s name to being dumped by my babysitter to inadvertently locking my TV news anchor husband in the basement because I’m that tired.
I’m addicted to my Blackberry, would rather consult Twitter than call my pediatrician and believe Facebook was thankfully created so everyone could keep tabs on their ex’s.
Over the past three years, I have built an ever growing and loyal following on my blog, due to social networking and my mother-in-law who knows everyone from Jersey to Boca. I have been published online, in newspapers across the country and I’m speaking at BlogHer 2010.
I’m not sure where this is all headed. I might write a book. Or try to get the world to recycle. Or just attempt to get my kids to school on time.
Whichever direction, I want to keep them laughing.