Today, I will be guest posting for Debi over at The Truth About Motherhood. Now don’t all freak out at once. I am not with child. (Someone get my mother an oxygen tank, would you?)
In honor of her blog’s two-year anniversary, Debi is featuring some of her favorite writers, and I am honored to be one of them. Debi is a social media mom or, mommy blogger. If you are unfamiliar with these terms let me try to explain.
Thousands of years ago an Amazonian tribe of women came to prominence. They were known for their extraordinary feats of multitasking such as juggling screaming children while doing seven hours of hunting and gathering; after which they’d spend a relaxing evening hacking open coconuts with their machetes and whipping up Ngbotu-The-Warrior-God’s favorite meal while simultaneously getting kukui nut stains out of silk. Social media moms are the descendents of this extraordinary tribe. Only now, instead of slingshots and arrows, they are armed with laptops and mobile apps. The end result might best be described as the largest unrecognized union of blogging women across the globe.
Suffice it to say I’m nervous as hell to write anything for these powerhouse mamas (some of whom are men, incidentally). So if you’d be so kind as to click here and read my guest post, I’d really appreciate the support.
If you are stopping by from The Truth About Motherhood, welcome. For samples of my fiction take a look at my page of Bedtime Stories. Or, for some popular non-fiction posts, click the pictures below:
I DON'T EAT SPOTTED DICK BUT I COULD TRY
SENSITIVE SKIN, ONE REASON I'M NOT A PRIMA BALLERINA
Madame Paradox 
Thank you so much for guest posting for me today. I am honored that you are gracing my pages. I’ve told you before and I will tell you again, you are an exceptionally talented writer and your word ballets stun and impress me on a regular basis. You too are an Amazonian Warrior woman, only difference is that YOU my friend are not sporting little people’s body fluids and Samsonite under your eyes.Honestly,I am a little jealous. Thanks again!
XO Debi
You are welcome my friend. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to do something a little different. I hope your readers like it.
I love Heidi David.
She is so brilliant, so awesomely talented, that it’s intimidating.
You never know how those brain giants will be.
But, through our 6 degrees of separation link of Deb, I can approach her, slinking in along the edges, and let her know that I think she IS INCREDIBLE and would buy anything that had the name Heidi David attached to it.
Good grief that is one of the kindest most flattering comments I’ve ever gotten. I need to print it out and put that up on a wall! Please do not be intimidated. I am about as neurotic and insecure as the rest of the world. I assure you. 😉 So glad you liked the post. Come by for a chat any time.
Heidi,
I’m off to read your genius at Truthful Mommy. As for children, you can borrow mine for the day. A week, even. Just say the word.
Love,
Julie the Amazon.
Thank you my amazon warrior friend for being so supportive.
My mom was an Amazon Warrior Woman. Well, I say warrior ~ what I actually mean is a soldier. OK, I say soldier ~ what I actually mean is she was a member of the Salvation Army … but oh my word could she swing & jangle that tambourine ~ deadly as any spear when hurled in anger & more accurate than a high-powered rifle. She could skim the skin off a rice pudding from a full 50 metres away.
Wonderful guest posting Heidi ~ amusing, sensitive & just so unashamedly real. Thank you.
Now this image of your salvation army mum using her tambourine like a whirling dervish will stay with me the whole day. 🙂 I am so glad you liked the piece. It was definitely different than my usual style so it’s great to get the positive feedback.
~Don’t be Nervous.
Just Write.
Cuz You are an Amazon Woman, too 🙂
So sorry it took me this long to respond. What a lovely comment. I’m so glad you enjoyed the post(s). Thanks for stopping by.
A union. That’s what we need. On to my next project…
(loved the post, as always)
If *anyone* could create a mommy union it’s you. You’ll have representatives who negotiate maternal terms the world over. Of course for the really serious issues you’d send in Mazzy to rough people up. (Hey man, I’ve seen the video. lol) 😉