Getting (more) serious about blogging
Okay, well. I've been reading blogs for the last three hours, which means that either the baby is napping or it's four in the morning. 4:15 am to be exact.
I know I say this every six months or so, but I can't believe how MANY blogs there are, especially about motherhood and womanhood and sex and sexuality and, well, I guess anything you're looking for. And what I can't believe even more is how much blog-surfing is like going fishing in the universal ocean, or shopping at the Barney's Warehouse sale. You start one place not knowing where you're going or what you need, and then you end up somewhere absolutely essential and feel so grateful you made the trip.
Tonight I started at mamazine and from there went to hipmama which of course led me to ArielGore, who just had a baby boy after at least a decade and a half of writing about her first baby, Maia. Then I found the blog of Gayle Brandeis, which included not only an important article about the writer Taslima Nasrin being attacked, but a beautiful, haunting, resonant Grace Paley poem.I was glad to find the poem, because Grace just died and I already miss her. I saw her last at a reading from Black, White and Jewish during a residency at Dartmouth; I remember that it was cold, and that her presence warmed me tremendously.
There were many others blogs along the way, like Object, that spoke to me, but I think for tonight, I was supposed to find Grace and say goodbye to her myself, in the quiet space of night-time tapping and tired-mama dreaming.
With love and gratitude,