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  • It's been a while since I've been here.

    I feel like a prodigal daughter walking through halls and homes of relatives, mentors and friends-contemporary and ancient- from villages and cities I've lived in decades and thousands of years ago.

    My entries are full of stories that surround my "self". My "self" as I knew her when I began Cowbird was mostly a mom and mostly a hardcore writer who'd found nice vacation money for a family of five by writing about a string of reality television shows.

    Suddenly, our website caters to television news. Today, after two years of searching for our niche, we found it. Our writers write about television.

    Back in the 70s, I remember when my fingers bled black ink after scaling paragraphs, stories and super tall tales in "The Washington Post." I wondered how TV writers got their jobs. There was a body of invisible X-Men that paid people to review television? And paid them too?

    A critic was born.

    In the past several months, I have broken with my Cowbird writing schedule. I usually wrote on Friday evenings because that day gave me the most anxiety. When I joined Cowbird, my husband was in Dallas with a police training program at some important police institution in the South.

    In other words, I was a single mom Monday through Friday until the end of March. I loved it. On Friday nights my husband made the five-hour drive from Dallas to Malvern, Arkansas. While he made that drive, I opened my laptop, read and wrote on Cowbird.

    There's a new pattern forming in my life. A pattern that balances motherhood, writing, relaxing, teaching, and single parenthood.

    It sounds easy, doesn't it?


    photo: Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial Washington DC June 1, 2012
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