About Those Nasty Sporadic Posting Habits

I apologize (why am I always apologizing) for not being consistent about posting. I used to publish something for you every day, sometimes twice a day, and it was fun, it really was.

Then #2 daughter-in-law* at one point noticed, "Hey Mom, you're not posting on the blog much anymore! What's up?" and all I could do was shake my head.

"This hurts me more than it does you," I sighed.

But I'm getting other things done this way, and I'm still writing, haven't stopped like some rabbis I know.** (

But not writing on any given day is almost impossible; I'm nowhere near the bottom of the barrel of Stuff to Teach. So I write during the week and then try to polish it up (you'd never know) and eventually get to publishing two or three posts all on one day, all at one time.

But they're dated on the days I started them, so it gets confusing, and the last thing I want to do is to confuse anyone. Life is so confusing as it is.

Maybe the only way around this conundrum (for those who find it annoying) is to subscribe to the email subscription at Feedburner. There's a blank someplace on this blog. The email goes out around 4 PM, unless I'm not ready and change the time. But it does let you know when there's something new here, so it's not a waste of time to visit.

If I publish twice a week, like I'm doing right now, you get a second email, obviously, which can be annoying, too, so many emails and all. So there isn't any great solution, here. Although I'm open to suggestions.

So confusing, sorry.

(Okay, I'll try to stop, but the apologizing season is upon us. I'll explain another time).

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*Only #2 daughter-in-law by order of marriage. As my mother used to say, I love you all the same. How this is possible, I'm not sure, but it feels right, and it is right, so go figure.

**Not a rabbi, not judging, just kidding, should you think that crack was about you.

BlogHer

One of the things about being out here on the Internet, for a person like me, is the fear.

I worry that if twenty, or a hundred, or a couple of thousand people or even more, read what I write, that the odds are pretty good that I'll upset someone. And this doesn't sit right with me, makes me want to pitch the whole thing.

An email conversation with a cousin (Let's call him Mike):

Mike: Great post on the family blog! I love the pictures.

Me: Oh, I didn't post them. E. did. But speaking of blogs, if anyone should write a blog, it would be you. I happen to know that you're a writer and as a rabbi, too, you
actually have something to say. Why don't you read this guy (I link him to a blogger rabbi).

Mike: I KNEW it would be dangerous contacting you!

See? He's scared, too.

Readers of this blog who email me about their problems usually get back a prefabricated answer, although I try to personalize it and will sometimes hypothetical-ize it.

I go into why I can't address personal problems on the blog or by email. I just don't want to get into trouble, you know. Sure, it's lame. No guts, no glory. But people need their own face time with a flesh and blood therapy doc, and that's basically what they hear from me.

Apologetically. I have an entire lecture about pat answers.

Speaking of apologies, validating comments is hard! And here I wrote that entire post about validating what people say. Ugh. I stay up night wondering, honestly, where people have gone. Sorry, sorry, sorry, guilty as always. Please forgive.

But here's another thing. I've never officially linked to BlogHer!

The Unstory

The other day, cruising the blogs, avoiding responsibility, I noticed someone had linked over to BlogHer. Now, two years ago, when I first started blogging, BlogHer was the first website out there that really helped women network with women. Empath Daught had told me how to find it. It was a dot.org at the time, not a dot.com.

Anyway, BlogHer linked back to me, as is her nature, many times, and I never properly thanked her (them, really), not even in the monthly Back 'acha posts.

Total ingratitude. Such an oversight. How these things happen, I don't know. A person gets momentum and sees forward, not back. Wasn't it Bob Dylan who said, Don't Look Back? Why would I listen to him?

But now, well, here's a chance to make up for it. I'm going to direct all of you there! To BlogHer! Even men! Especially men. Sure, why not? At the risk of losing you forever to the many amazing BlogHer bloggers, check them out.

And we'll get to my apologies for not answering email and not validating your comments,and on and on, another day.

Here are only a handful of the women to watch at BlogHer.

Mir Kamin chimes an objection to people who worry about men with cameras around children in bathing suits. Not everyone's a pervert, she's thinking. I'm glad. But what if just one. . .

Lisa Stone I think Lisa founded BlogHer. She's so accomplished she's scary. Reading her bio makes a person proud to be female, related by some speck of DNA.

Nordette Adams tells us about a police officer who lost it in the carpool line. You can read Nordette here. She'll tell you about septuagenarians (a theme, lately) having babies. So it's not all about raging, here.

You think that I talk too much about sex? Find Liz Rizzo at Everyday Goddess and sure, at BlogHer, too.

Just a start. So many more.

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