The End

I recently published my first edited book,  Labor of Love: A Literary Mama Staff Anthology ,  with  Small Harbor Publishing . It's an anthology of writing from  Literary Mama  staff over the past 20 years. It's a beautiful collection and I am proud of the writers and proud to share the book.  It seems a fitting moment, as I pondered sharing about the book here on the blog, to reflect on my life as a blogger, and acknowledge that it is time to officially end this blog.   I started blogging in about 2007, when my baby was learning to toddle, when I was learning how to be a mother and stepmother, when I was just starting to see my way as a writer. I needed it back then. I craved it. I had a variety of blog iterations--family, art, creativity, writing things I delved into. There's a freedom in blogging, a casualness, an easy familiarity that's lacking (for me anyway) in other kinds of writing. I loved blogging and the words came pouring out.  Over the years since then, some

Dollhouse Bedroom

The last room in my childhood dollhouse is the attic bedroom. It's an awkward space, and if I lived here, I'd be bumping my head a lot. But it turned out cozy and sweet. 

The bed, dresser, and rug are from my childhood. The pillows are newly knitted, but the little Care Bear pillow is a throwback. When I was a child, this room was furnished with pink and yellow Care Bear decor, not unlike my real bedroom at the time. I thought having a memory from those days was appropriate. 

The birds apparently like Takis, which they're eating on the newly sewn comforter that my mother recently made for a housewarming gift. 

Rob said that the inhabitant ought have a pair of slippers next to the bed, so I whipped up a pair. And where would she put her laundry? 

It's been great fun revamping this house and on the whole I'm ready to call this one finished. Stay tuned for one final post about this house!