Becoming Real

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day…

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you…

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept… Once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

~Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit 

“I think that when I go back to work, I’d like to be a writer,” I said to my husband two years ago on a quiet afternoon.

“Ok,” he said. “Then do it!”

I started blogging in December of 2011 but didn’t tell anyone in “real life”. They discovered it slowly, because as it turns out, the internet is not all that private of a medium.

If I’m ever asked what I do, I still refer to the title Stay At Home Mom. I have never uttered the phrase “I’m a writer.”

I have a friend whose been blogging for a long time, and has a magical way of weaving words. I consider her a writer, though it is still not a term I would extend to myself.

In January of 2013 I was honored to join the writing team at and But that just meant I was lucky.

Then I started to notice requests in my inbox for product reviews and people wanting to guest post. “That’s weird,” I thought. “Why would anyone want to work with me and this small little blog?”

There is a large annual blogging conference called BlogHer coming up in just a few weeks. This year, it will be held in Chicago. I have never ever considered going, because that’s for “real bloggers” and “real writers” and I am definitely not one of those.

Then I received an email from my wonderful content editor at Moonfrye asking who would be attending BlogHer so we could all meet. I won’t be, but isn’t that amazing that I am a part of something like that? Maybe I belong a bit more than I thought I did.

And then an amazing thing happened.

Late one night last week, I was just browsing the internet, as I tend to do when the house is quiet. I found a job posting for a local Richmond business. I wrote a cover letter, made a resume, and submitted my application. Which was strange, because I wasn’t really looking to go back to work, but something about this felt right.

I got an interview, and it just happened to work out that my mom was here to watch my son so I could go. I met with an amazing lady who I adored right from the start and the job opportunity couldn’t have been more of a perfect fit. Isn’t it amazing when things just fall perfectly into place like that?

I am so pleased and honored to announce that I am joining the team of writers on, a writing position I have long coveted. I am beyond amazed to think I will be on the same writing team as Alex from Late Enough and Kristin from What She Said, two writers I have always greatly admired. (And Kristin was just selected as a BlogHer Voice of The Year, a huge honor! So proud of her!)

Starting in the fall, I will be able to help with sales and marketing at an adorable Richmond boutique in my very favorite part of town.

I’m still trying to process that this is all real, because I feel like I have the opportunity to step into my absolute dream job and still have flexibility to stay home with my son.

And it just may be, that in the midst of processing that this is real, I am actually becoming a writer after all.

Bit by bit, I may be becoming real.


The Recording Studio

Right outside of the recording studio, where they mix the sound.

The Recording Studio

sheet music and the microphone

In the recording studio, getting ready to sing.

Have you ever had a moment in your life when you realized that all your dreams are coming true?

Not the way you imagined they would. Not the way you planned.

But they are?

I had that tonight.

Once upon a time I wanted to be a stay at home mommy to four little ones, married and living in a beautiful house.

(Really, I did.)

And now I get to stay home every day with my one sweet boy, drowning in dishes and laundry and just cherishing my one, because I really don’t think there will ever be more than him. It’s nothing like I imagined, but it’s wonderful.

Once upon a time I wanted to be a writer.

(I was never sure of what.)

And now I am the owner of this little blogging space here, that not many people read but that I am immensely proud of anyway.

Once upon a time I wanted to be on Broadway.

(I had big dreams.)

And I am getting ready to perform in a Broadway-like show for Christmas, complete with costumes and big song and dance numbers and make up and late night rehearsals. Who knew my Broadway wouldn’t be in New York, but just a bit more south in Virginia?

Once upon a time I wanted to be a famous singer.

(My dreams were even bigger.)

And tonight, I got to record a song for the upcoming show in the recording studio. We are doing a total of 18 shows, so they pre-record some of the tracks for use in the smaller shows and to sell CDs of after performances. I’m nowhere near famous but I can not tell you how excited I was to have this opportunity. Really, how cool is it to lay down a track in a recording studio?

Once upon a time I was just a mom with a blog doing a Christmas show, who realized that she has everything she ever wanted, even if it’s nothing like the way she imagined.