I started blogging almost ten years ago, when most of the mommy blogs I came across were glossy, prettified, carefully arranged tableaux of home life. I was absolutely drowning; but the worst trial the other moms suffered, it seemed, was the occasional oopsie of spilled juice or mismatched socks. It was all studio portraits of scrubbed and beaming toddlers clutching a hand-sewed duck stuffed with lavender grown in the herb garden outside ye olde cottage door. I read these blogs obsessively, and came away hating the other moms and hating myself.
Hallie Lord of Moxie Wife recently opened up a discussion about how we present our lives online: how to avoid negativity without drifting...READ MORE