Delusions of motherhood

Last night the spouse, the middle child, the DIL (new character to you, a long-loved feature of our household, and not really, but probably eventually!), and I were watching Charlie Wilson’s War, which was very good. After the movie we were catching up a bit. I mentioned my current dissatisfaction with yet another male control freak in the way of this David Mastio guy and how he’s aggregating feed. I have, I told them, stopped the RSS feed from the site.

Most of you won’t know what that is, but basically it’s a tool some people use to keep up with everything I write. Scott Berg, for example, knows within minutes if I’ve made a new post to the blog because he puts the site on a feed reeder. Come to find out, the middle child had me on one, too. In addition, DIL uses it, and had set it up for another friend.

“So that’s what happened,” he said. Then he continued, “You know, you aren’t all that interesting to read. You need to explain how the EU was so important to Ireland and how that economic model will affect America.” Oh, the joys of motherhood.

Of course, we all laughed. The middle child is well known for his intellect, affection for Ireland, and, well, laziness. “Why don’t you write a few guest columns,” I offered. Predictably, he declined. We laughed again. He continued to encourage expanding the scope of the blog, though.

Yes, my mother will tell you that I EARNED having this child to rear. Of course there have been a few hiccups, but for the most part it’s grand. Just when I think I’ve got it all wrapped up, he steps in to remind me that I can still push forward. And while we joke he’s lazy, in honesty he’s a kid that understands his own priorities so well that he rarely lets other things interfere. Granted, it may be a luxury of youth at this point, but it is a gift to know who you are and exactly what you want every morning you wake.

The scope of the blog continues to be a point of frustration for me. I know a lot of you read for the local stuff. Like me, you’re dissatisfied with the little bits of Brookfield news that’s meagerly rationed and pablum when delivered. But then there’s this group that’s developed who enjoy a state and national perspective and how we fit in. Finally, there are a few that come around for the occasional piece like this: no links and lots of heart.

Hits go up; hits go down; clicks to the right raise money for the hosting; every once in a while I find my name in the paper or a magazine; life goes on. I am aware that the blog maintains influence, though, and get a kick when the MSM picks from my writing. (They could still make a stronger effort to credit breaking a story.)

I wish I could tell you what to expect, but I’m not sure. I’ve been toying with a couple of options for setting things up – the goal is to let you home in on your favorites – but it isn’t looking as good on screen as I have in my mind.


I am so grateful for your patience over the last few months. I still like the decision to leave CNI, and am overwhelmed by the traffic this blog gets. As I told someone today, blogging really is a very satisfying hobby.

And delusions or not – I’m going to convince that child to write something. Wish me luck.