PAULA NEAL MOONEY

by Paula Neal Mooney Sometimes the truth hits you like a ton of bricks. Sometimes, like an express-mailed pack of books. You may remember my previous post, " You never know who could be reading your blog ," wherein I clued-in readers that mine was chosen as the 10th blog on a 10-blog tour for the new book Babyproofing Your Marriage: How to Laugh More, Argue Less, and Communicate Better as Your Family Grows . Sure as shootin' a few days later I received a big pack of books from a HarperCollins publicist, or, as I'm thinking of it today, manna from heaven. Hello, my name is Paula... ...and I'm a truth-aholic. So here goes: Aside from one scary night spent in the emergency room together, my husband and I haven't spent a night alone without our kids in nearly six years. Whew. That's a load off. The reasons vary, part of it due to being corporate nomads with no family nearby, part of it parent paranoia, part of it the vicissitudes of life that keep us hustling...

by Paula Neal Mooney Look where He brought me from Everybody just Look where He brought me from He brought me from a mighty long way The lyrics to Tye Tribbett's "Mighty Long Way" song are rotating around my brain as I reflect on how far Jesus has taken this blog since its inception. Back on December 13, 2005, I put up my very first post called Motherless , an essay that had been printed originally in Akron Family magazine. Two days later (woo I was really bloggin' fast!) I put up my Becoming Daddy's Girl essay, and was amazed when Tink over at Pickled Beef found it and left what would become my first blog comment ever. (I got that shocking, intrusive yet belonging feeling I get whenever someone IMs me.) My next blog comment was from some guy who had half-naked women on his site, so I deleted his comment. (Back then my sense of morality was greater than my blind desire for the high rankings that come with lots of link love...unlike now...just kidding...I hope.....