Happy Birthday To You, Dear Blog

Ever start to write something, then realize it sounds like pretentious trash, and delete the whole thing? Yeah…me neither…. Just kidding, I just did that. I’m trying to say something about how much I appreciate all my wonderful readers but it just isn’t coming together how I want it to. Nine years on this humble little blog and I still get keyboard cramp and can’t figure out how to say what I want to say. The probably explains how it is that in nine years I’ve had as many site hits as good writers get in one day. Oh well, the aim here isn’t popularity. If it was I’d return to writing the kind of limpid prose I started out with.

What I’m trying to say is a big THANK YOU to the few lovely loyal readers who return here day after day and year after year. You rock and I appreciate your time and attention.

This hasn’t always been a poetry blog. I started out writing short, sloppy posts on my lunch break back when I had an infant and a three year-old. Mostly I wrote about the whole single working mom thing. The top post for 2008 (a morbid morning) was about buying life insurance and being thankful to work 50 hour weeks and pay 60% of my income in daycare bills for the privilege. 2009 wasn’t much of an improvement, the most-read words were about baking cookies for the preschool Valentines party.  By 2010 I was posting embarrassing and awkward lists like this one. I didn’t post anything in 2011 but a few people still stop by to read about building a leprechaun trap two years before. That’s still a tradition even though those cute little kids are tweenagers now.

I have to confess that I kept an alternate blog in 2012 and posted only one poem, “forgiveness,” here. I doubt I’ll ever publicly claim the alternate, completely anonymous blog. It was actually more popular than this one. There was a bit of drama in my life at the time and there I could write with that total, ugly, honesty that collects attention but should probably be kept hushed. 2013 is the same story. Someone read this ridiculous 2009 post about boys, making it the most-loved of the year. Maybe I should just delete that one as it still sometimes gets hits and it doesn’t really fit at all with who I am now.

It wasn’t until 2014 that I brushed myself off from another fall and decided to brush the cobwebs off over here and take a new direction. It might be true that posts with cat pictures get more attention because this halloween poem decorated with a picture of Icarus at his cutest was the top-read of the year. Mostly I’ve stuck with poetry and an occasional sprinkling of prayers, politics, and personal ponderings since. 2015 has a ton of great reads and was probably my best writing year yet. “blood” was the top poem but “When Will We Have Had Enough?” was written that year and remains the #1 post here. Maybe I should write more stuff like that more often?

I went back to school in 2016 and got kinda lazy here at times. “Dear Friends, Enemies, and Assorted People I Generally Tolerate,” wins most read-post and “shade of my heart” gets the poetry prize. Y’all have weird taste, really, there’s much better poems than that one floating around here. 2017 is hardly over but “an essay on the book of lamentations” is on top thus far. That one I’m kinda proud of and hope you’ll take another look at and leave a comment on. Don’t worry, it’s not actually an essay and has very little to do with the Book of Lamentations; it’s poetry about writing an essay and the whole single-mom-full-time-student gig. And it’s actually pretty good. But even if you don’t want to click all the links and take my memory lane walk with me tonight, thank you for being here and reading and taking part in my journey. I love you.


About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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