Break over!

Six weeks is a long-enough break, don't you think? It's been wonderful, honestly, not to feel the pressure to blog when I just didn't want to. But I find myself wanting to again. So hurray! Break over.

But not here. This year, my word (finally!) is forward, despite what Ed said of the word making him think of fascist youth marches. Forward. Not looking back, not trying to be what I was, not trying to get back all the things I felt I was losing in the move, but going onwards, moving forwards and up and away. I might be about ready to do that.

And I'm going to do blog forward on a new and shiny blog I'm calling Making It Up and it's here, at my very own site: francescaamendolia.com/blog. Please come over. It's probably going to be almost exactly the same as it was. After all, it's still me.

But not Stuntmother any more. She's lovely and I adore her, that cupcake making, baby-rocking, play-dough rolling, half-smiling, half-screaming diaper juggling piece of me. But she belongs to something that's receding into the past. And I'm going forward. Making it up as I go along.