As I may have mentioned, I’ve blogged in the past. I had a “law school” blog, and then an attempt at breaking from that to a more “lawyer blog.” I found it tough to keep up a blog as a lawyer, because so much is inappropriate to blog about. And then there is the stuff that isn’t necessarily professionally inappropriate, but would nonetheless be embarrassing if I were ever discovered/disclosed. I don’t really relish people I work with stumbling across a catalog of hours I’ve worked (whether low or high), or knowing which days I chose to leave early for a play or a parent-teacher conference. Too many people “keep score”, and I choose not to play that game.
So I chose to spin off, and blog primarily about my home life. My marriage, myself, my motherhood. And I’ve been comfortable here.
Except – I miss my old moniker for my husband.
I had such a good one. It was his name, in Hebrew, and it described him in my life. It even worked when I wanted to vent about some stupid thing he did, because it read as sarcastic.
I can’t go back to it, but I also can’t get comfortable with this “Writer-Dude”/”WD” crap.
And, so, readers. Meet david, my husband:
(With Lemon in the background)
Next up, tales of our romantic weekend getaway in Martha’s Vineyard, including a to-die-for Chef’s Tasting menu – 5 courses of sheer bliss.