Back when I switched over to self-hosted and Wordpress, I left an awful lot of posts behind at my old place.
I’ve been blogging for almost three years now, and back at the ol’ Blogger blog, there are more than 500 posts chronicling my life with Mr. C and The Poo prior to the launch of my present home here at the new and improved CAC.
I had some time yesterday to escape to the coffeehouse and do some work. I fired off my questions for my expert source for my next column, and then I had a few hours to kill before the babysitter needed to get home.
I took advantage of that time to bring over a bunch of old posts and fill out my archives with essays that I feel really should be part of my history here.
I don’t know how long I’ll keep going with this little project, and I don’t know how easy it will be to keep up the pace of near-daily posting once Shaggy Boy arrives next month.
That said, I can’t see my life with without it. Even if blogging has reached its peak, even if nothing else ever comes of it, writing here has been a lifeline for me.
The ease of publishing without having to jump through hoops, without having to pass some subjective litmus test from some faceless editor, has been a dream come true.
How many times when I was a reporter did I dream of having my very own daily lifestyle column? How many times did I close my eyes and blow out my birthday candles and wish with all my might that I would suddenly become Anna Quindlen?
Anna Quindlen I am not.
But I am Mrs. Chicken.
And that is A-OK with me.
I love writing here, and I especially love being able to flip back through my archives and see how my life has evolved these past three years.
So bear with me, will you? You may see some Vintage CAC pop up in your readers and on Twitter. Go ahead and mark all as read, or come and join me in my time machine. Your choice.
And if you think this is bad, you should see all the crap I have in my basement. Boxes upon boxes of letters, photographs and memories I can’t bear to part with. What can I say? It’s my history.
At least here, I don’t have to dust.
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PS – I am working on a list of ideas for future columns over at my legit gig. If you have any suggestions about topics regarding family travel that you would like to read about, please email me and let me know.
Cheers!
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Cool. Doesn’t it feel great to make progress on a project like that?
I get you on a couple of points – one, I spend wishes on becoming Anna Quindlen, too. And secondly, I took a month or so last summer to laboriously move posts from a now-defunct site to my A-Lister blog.
Hard work but yes, worth it. It’s a great feeling to reread & share stuff you know is quality. I’ll spend some time looking through your history. But I can’t promise any help with the basement…
Ooh, I am planning on merging mine…is this whole thing a nightmare? Any tips?
And, on the family travel…how about some sort of guide to educating all the people who want you to travel thousands of miles to see them, how bloody hard it is to travel with kids? Too sour grapes?
I’m looking forward to reading some of your old posts!
I’m so very grateful to my husband that when we just moved me to self hosted he brought not only all my old posts, but all the comments that went with them. I didn’t even know it could be done!
I enjoy reading older post!
I’d gladly help you clean your basement!
Looking forward to the archives!
Jennifer North – check it out. Good shopping in downtown CMI.
I want to move some of my archives too since I have a new home, but the task seems so overwhelming…I don’t know if I have it in me.
Old posts would be great, for us new chickens on the block! Why not have a bunch of them ready for those days when Shaggy won’t let you post anything? That would keep your fans (us!) happy, with minimum effort for you! And in between, you can post about breastmilk squirting across the room and those delightful first poops. I am looking forward to it all!
You may not be Anna Quindlen (whoever she is), but you are a damn good writer and I love reading your stuff. You’re amazing, and you’ve been a staple of my internet hours for the last eight months or so. You are Mrs Chicken, and for that I am extremely grateful.
Oh, and on the sybject of heartburn (in your previous post)… my mom used to suffer from it badly when she was pregnant with me. She swears by something called a “Brown Cow”. This is basically half a class of coke mixed with half a glass of milk. It tastes very nice – I lived off it as a child. My mom says it works a charm, it might help you out a bit.
We just got back from a buttload of travel with 3-year-old. Good lord, if I never see another TSA line again, it’ll be too soon. Transatlantic flight? Check. Crammed car to the Cape? Check.
The miracle is that not all of it was horrible!